your
……. face
against the bruised air
between my quiet mind
and the raging
storm
…. panic
.. desire
…….. pain
and wishful logic
slowly … then …
more rapidly..
pursuing its decay
into the ground
where i …………………………….. wait
heavy in my heels
.
good morning untitled
what happens now save every voicemail not that his tone would have been forgotten but to hear him call me tweety as many times as