Friday, January 13, 2017


Always you dread the approach
Or maybe the departing depending
Which way you face
Short days and long nights
The leaves turn and your gut gets
Sucked back knitting up your vertebrae
Bracing it builds and builds
Molds and crumbles

The first ice on the windshield
Feels unfair and clunky like grief
Cold feet in the sheets
Until clicking gears land you here
Venus bright and flashy
You, this mirror, how to be
Sharp and clear

Hard, metallic
Like biting your tongue
While racing downhill fast
Like a kiss with knocking teeth
Growling about death while
Stirring stirring flesh

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