Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Is it a searing pain
tearing through your middle
doubling you
head to toe?

Or a coin toss
as easy as the flick of your wrist
heads or tails?

Is it a weight around your neck
pulling you under
to the watery place
where your eyes bulge
and the slime grows
and green?

Or a release
gathering you up
and pushing you
to bright blue heights
where the fields blend
and shape themselves
into a quilt
below you?

ATW, 2009

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