A Prose Poem
A brook rushes down the rouged, rhythmic smile to plunge into sparkle of eyes, veins; retina; iris…
I’ll leave you lying on a tree
The concrete blocks that stooped to make their front steps were as hot as fresh fiery coals by…
Our relationshipalways felt like arbitragetrading anger for kindnessdays for nightsblurry eyes for…
Worry goes into overdrive, considers the shoulder the real road, the road for traveling into…