Saturday, April 23, 2016

Saturday 1 am

green lollipop on my tongue.

voices. down the night alley

cats ears perked.

a life or two falling two ways

apart. straining eyes in vein

skin. bumps on my wrists.

pink flesh untouched. I feel

out with lashes at the front door

latch. These footsteps dragging

not for here. pins and needles.

static so heavy fog it rains

earlier and now the Shenandoah

burns. smoke from the brush fires

of past. screaming throats and hands

wringing clenched. ears outstretched.

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