Thursday, March 26, 2015

a poet with nothing to say

she has been here

a woman in a poem
who would rather be
anywhere else

a poet with
nothing to say

with the brutal weight
of early december in
upstate new york

pressed against every window
in his house

all colors reduced to
shades of grey
and the pills are what
she misses

the feel of warm light
across her face

a single hopeful thought
without the walls
falling down to
crush her

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