Triptych

A Poem

Photo by Matúš Kovačovský on Unsplash

The power given to the number three
in panels
in structure/ in the taking on of some
kind of organization
Three taps three times ducking my head
below your hips
three fingers of vodka
somehow all over the counter
You replace
all your rage with images & sacrifice/
taking out that paragraph
is consequence is a conscience acting up
& delivery is complicated
A Tuesday morning at Stella’s
& can hardly
make it back through the motions through the scaling
that was actually
supposed to set off that attack

J.D. Harms 2020