Free evenings
by twos and threes
dozens , over time
from the thaw to the freeze
Leaving the light on
turning it off
pale words and wonder
how bad is the cough?
how bad is this feeling?
how much is in store?
how many more hours
of finding the floor?
red green colorblind
from my earliest days
the catch in my throat
is no longer malaise
there is no longer belief
in anything told
it’ll be easier seen
it’ll be easier sold
it’ll be one more trip
down south of the south
no matter what happens
there was never a doubt
that you would be holding her
as long as you could
chin to your chest
all the dried, sticky blood
dreaming of everything
other than this
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