13 degrees

skim of sweat.
 
blackbird on a black line,
line on wall
 
facade for a crack.
 
13 degrees,
she required
 
no wrap in a listless
breeze
 
she, lack of urgency,
lay on a wall top
 
glass scanning bed 
scans her
 
emotions
 
prints the truth.
 
no shoe soles, crystallizes
a thought into a poem
 
but throws away the ink,
throws away the
 
paper.
 
avalanche of gray clouds,
she digs out to 
 
waste a day
 
seeks more numbness 
in an alcohol
 
drink,
 
ordinary sensations,
 
washes dirty dishes by hand,
 
in a pot on an old stove,
boils up some
 
mischief.
 
her ex scrapes off his life onto
old automobiles,
 
pushes them into a bottomless
quarry,
 
they sink like apologies in 
a cold sea.
 
station wagon backs up on 
a highway
 
she climbs in with her blackbird,
 
her once husband puts his
hand between
 
her satin legs,
 
she surrenders her desire,
 
degrading need
but still
 
hungry for each other.
 
“I saw this beautiful woman
on a wall…”
 
 
Copyright © 05/16/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®
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