Friday, October 4, 2013

In The Dimming

My muscles ache with away
in the room that is the terrible night.

The fox calling, tripping
itself into clumsy cannibalism -

tail, tooth, nail,
circle into singularity

until nothing but this speck
of heat

burning my tongue
down through tissue

to the heart.


I wrote this poem within this last year.

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