Sunday, November 06, 2016

excavation 1

came out of the dentist’s office
and i’d lost the poem, half
my mouth numb, the other half
filled with the taste of
stale metal

had the bill in my hand

less than a quarter tank of gas

fell to my knees at
the edge of the parking lot
and started scratching in the dirt
for words

found nothing but bones

found nothing but garbage

had things to say, but could
only kneel in the filth of
two hundred years and spit out

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