pluto

Her head reared back last night
Woke to a damp, dirty-clean day
The dullness so bright, I’m blind

twice removed
bloated in the belly
i’ve punched out temporarily
this clock in reverse
heavily reeling, turning back
the wind, robbed from my sails
choking on my own breath



Ill as they come-
I’ve got my repercussions
Sunday in the truest sense
Scrubbing clean to scrub again
This guilt exhaustion
About-face
Ignore this cosmic force
Pull yourself together
Silly scrap


© 2008 Amanda A. Abraham