cavity
searching gold leaf foil and fear at the mall
we
seek passage
into
wombs
of
all kinds
when
Winter
does
arrive
a
worn warm glow
of
memory burns
easy
streets
into
a commodity
into
shark hustles
into
parking lot spots
stopping
you
with
clenched fists
and
swiveled heads
yes,
you were
driving
the wrong way
into
empty asphalt
the
painted lines
only
tell part
of
your story
the
lurid synapses
at
the smoky entrances
are
beckoning
your
adrenalin to crest
my
eyes say
we
all seek
harbor
in trees
safe
passage
in
packages
we
all mean
to
trim our limbs
of
want
we
all resolve
to
stop
accumulating
things
instead
of feelings
but
I can't stop
hearing
whispers
and
shame
vesper
at my dried
stored
hope
I
dare not to find
so
exposed
threatening
my safe
and
buried life
EJR
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