because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

intranquil

my desperation isn’t quiet
but goes yowling straight through
to the other side of winter with her foot
pressed to the floor;
a seeping solace with every mile north until
she finds the cold that
numbs the hole in her chest,
hope in gaping oblivion;
kicks then
back feckless by the window at street level two
blocks above the flood line, exhaust-
stained plate glass a membrane
between art and the river which could
carry her away.

3 responses

  1. Simply beautiful. I so love the word feckless…it’s not utilized enough.

    January 5, 2010 at 1:07 pm

  2. I swear that was going to be my comment, also!
    I just love feckless.

    This is a dark, beautiful piece.

    January 6, 2010 at 1:37 pm

  3. exhaust-
    stained plate glass a membrane
    between art and the river which could
    carry her away.

    I love this. glass as membrane – the constancy of space and that which defines here from there.

    January 31, 2010 at 2:50 pm

Thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s