the shrill of deboning the wounds,
the daybreaks those scoliotic stems
cling to, the brine we chug in spring
to keep the tender parts green
now frosted in charcoal,
yeasted-over and gargling with ice.
but this is just winter
swelling
and the lights may have gone
burnt but the dimness gapes so beautifully
at night.
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
the shrill of deboning the wounds,
the daybreaks those scoliotic stems
cling to, the brine we chug in spring
to keep the tender parts green
now frosted in charcoal,
yeasted-over and gargling with ice.
but this is just winter
swelling
and the lights may have gone
burnt but the dimness gapes so beautifully
at night.
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