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Evan Stephens
Poems
Oct 2021
Morning Series: 1. Sgailc-nide
Sgailc-nide - the first morning drink, taken while still laying flat on your back
A caustic belt of autumn sun
flings itself through the glass,
yolk wasted across the blood-rug.
Last night's final slug
of scotch sits waiting
on the blackcloth nightstand.
I gather it into my fist,
take a look at the blue syrup
of morning light...
I will tell you all
that the first morning shot
glows like a new blind heart.
This future is mad with silence,
while the past asserts itself
in lost faces, so many lost faces.
I have a bruise on my face
that I can't recall getting.
I don't remember the evenings,
although last night I cut my hair
with a rattling metal hand
that sharped at the skull.
Each morning is a scrape.
I don't recognize this lonely man
in the acid sluice of mirror.
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Evan Stephens
44/M/DC
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