summer poem

the sky’s a blaze today
my hands around my coffee cup
with dirty nails and much less faith,
the days are longer
and I not quite as strong
as when ice glazed my world.
I count the days in pairs of pantyhose
and I still cross the streets with care
you see, for me it’s still May.

but darling,
there is no consolation,
only ashes drifting down.
the stars look burned,
the amethyst sunset’s nothing to see.
the world a lonely carousel,
again I’m unprepared.
all I want is stronger flesh,
instead I have a series of
serrations against the wall of myself
and what I feel
unraveling.

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