Writing EDD 2/10/2016 — The Mountain

I remember the mountain

the heat radiating through my face

and dry lips and swollen tongue

tasting the puke and then washing

off in the cold water rushing

liquid energy and shouts of cold shock

and happiness. I remember the mountain

resting with tired kids and then p

and pride. I remember

the mountain and talk of dead friends

and sex and women and anything just

not the weak legs and lungs. I

remember the mountain

jumping away from a rattlesnake and

dragging feet with only the moonlight

trying to get back to the cars exhausted

spent and cursing the mountain, taking

that piece home with me of the

mountain a sliver that is scratched

but will always be there like a dull pain

always remember the mountain