withdrawal

lack-luster impulse
banging at the
brain, drain—a
grey water wash feeds
the strawberry patch—buries
the fruit
marshland garden heavy
on my shoes—tracked
on the kitchen floor—I should
clean

a telephone rings—maybe, god
I hope knot—around fingers to
remember the purpose of
string—sing a song of six
pence, pockets full of rye
humor—black
sky falling
white winter—brittle
on my iced hair—I should go
inside

an echo—empty room
screaming—dreaming
foundation slip—a crack
in the wall—too tall to
reach, crab apple
blossoms are too
fragile for a wedding
bouquet—have to
settle for lazy
daisy—loves me, loves
me knot—I should defend the
wall

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