Insidious

hours the shade of wasting skin
roads paved the color of a month-old bruise

and you drive
with fog over your rearview mirror
the mercy afforded by winter and rain.

She receives you with grace
glinting in grim candlelight
dresses a dinner in spoiled romance
And in the convex depth of a spoon

you taste
a sheen of arsenic

it only kills
when you stop drawing the silver to your lips.

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3 thoughts on “Insidious

  1. You have such a gift for extraordinary image and movement. I strongly urge you to tour classical poetic forms.  Covering those structures with your cloth, the discipline of participating in those games, will bring you to Olympian heights, your next level.

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