the
end of the affair
dark syrup on each stair
a trail into the conservatory
where a stuck knife balances
shimmering
feel the busted ankle
the skin a swimming bruise
over the damage
the slippery pain
clues in the carpet
cinders shards shredded pages
each one the same message
no no no no no
a brackish odor
lilies past their sell-by date
dark syrup on each stair
a trail into the conservatory
where a stuck knife balances
shimmering
feel the busted ankle
the skin a swimming bruise
over the damage
the slippery pain
clues in the carpet
cinders shards shredded pages
each one the same message
no no no no no
a brackish odor
lilies past their sell-by date
blackened
persimmon
a jar of shoes with split tongues
wreckage slumped
a jar of shoes with split tongues
wreckage slumped
overturned
velvet chairs
their
plush sags twisted
innards
shiny with bloat
door
frames cocked crooked
hinges
gape
a
slick sea of broken books
exhaling
lavender
gown half gone
gloves
matted with plum sauce
antherium
droop in their beds
snow
falls melts sticks
3 comments:
Oh god. And then I remember- you are a poet too. And what a poet. What images.
there is so much here that made my breath catch in my throat and i am thankful to find a Coyote poem after a long thirst for them. this is gorgeous and wrenching. thank you thank you thank you.
love,
Rebecca
Ms Moon - X
RK-you're welcome. XXX
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