1.
The nerve clumped in my elbow
Purple, Red, A bone marrow tickle
A dead, cold hand
What types of birds am I reminded of?
What colors? How to describe the flesh?
The drab ruins, the purple ruins
The dog whose eye was removed
Always now giving the impression
Of a wince or a wink
______
Stolen liquor from my brother and his wife
Perched hot beneath the dark blue tree
A glance, a wave, a slight dent in my smile
2.
Her heart was cracked and withered too
as we dipped our toes into the psychic waters
of propinquity
My heat tolerance in Mid-April
3.
What was your average heart rate when you woke up?
When you were the same as I, lounging nude in the winter dark
Underfoot was snow mixed haphazardly with grass
A walk full of muddy smudges
The snowman we made, a miniature
Kicked clean gone out of frustration
Later you remark that suicide makes sense
not in some sad, unspeakable way
but mainly in the way that one must attend
To the banalities of life
And how this all plods this way and that
And each morning you have to wake up
And endure it all in real time
Yet still
A dog moans in the yard just before sunrise
The child stirs, writhes, sleeps again:
Somehow, affirmations of the human spirit
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