Tuesday, June 7, 2011

My Birthday in your Kitchen

Collaborative poem with Vince Bauters

What animal will this
sadness grow into late tonight?
A sorrowful knot of precarious lies
crawling out of its fetal position reliving
a soulful past like your car driving
through snow on a New Year's Eve.
Headlights blind an already
drowsy calendar mile.

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