May 20, 2021
1 min read
Unanticipated
A Poem
Cruised through slow night, wished for the sleep that headlights refuse — to come now at least where I can see the lines pushing me in the one direction or other
couldn’t help but feel stung — the sling from old break bones that covered a whole list of my pre-grieving years — saw into the barrel, watched water fill up and amused getting in to be cooked
