Because It Could Go On All Night

Hold on until the questions cease.

Things cannot get any worse.

Or maybe losing four toes (so far)

and one kneecap

says different

Calm your breath

think of

hand holding, dog petting,

eating warm bread with your fingers or

the noises I make when you are doing it right


ty bluesmith said...

the noises i make when i am pooping bloody jalapenos.

Ani Smith said...

Completely ignoring Ty, this poem was molten lava hot.

An Unreliable Witness said...

Completing ignoring Ani and Ty, this poem was molten lava hot with jalapenos on top, smothered in melted cheese.

It was also good - did I mention that?