Saturday, October 18, 2014

Upon Receiving Good News..


Fireworks threatened to take the top off. Wet palms
twitched under eruptions of happiness.  

Shoes by the door piled up like pups--cornered,
laces tangled, tongues caught in a lie. Checkmark wings
on canvas heels had been tools toward anonymity, erasing
footprints where they fell, driving zigzag dogs crazy
as they nipped at nothing.

Judgments collected under the awning like rain, hummed
against the shell of her ear. Her skull slammed in her head.
Payroll hands weighed the options like so much gold.

Each day had been a map of dark topographies. Turning
into a skid would only postpone whatever came next.

Every step along a lucky streak uncovers a foreign place
tricked out with new lies and silences. Rising up to meet
the path of great good fortune, she could have done more,
if you want to know.

(first appeared in 42 Opus)

1 comment:

Calligraphy said...

Great and wonderful art work.