Saturday, February 22, 2014


   what doesn’t fit
sticks like a key
in a rusted lock
breaking off
fact from theory
impulse from forethought
bad days from worse nights
    the space between  
ambulance and overpass
    a square peg in a round hole
    a big pill down a narrow throat
a paper gown over gooseflesh
a plastic ID on a thin wrist
    the urge to flee


Iulia Flame said...

hushed by uncommon beauty, here

Cheryl and Janet Snell said...

Thanks! It's from the forthcoming collection.