Friday, September 17, 2010

for the outbreak of storms

i walked in backwards and said i'm leaving,
you cried and fell forward through the window pane.
i slept in our bed, pillow 'tween knees, grieving
and morning soon came for us, both insane.

i licked the glass from your many cut pains
and spit crystal and blood all afternoon.
by evening you gathered the shards that remained
and made sugar i stirred with coffee spoons.

acid tabs melted and killed the cartoons
sacking the boxes mounted in the garage.
neighbors crept up so to jeer at the loons
naked and yelling out who was in charge.

we dug the garden and tossed around worms,
then went inside, for the outbreak of storms.

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