you gallop as an antelope through life
slow down, he says
a dash through yellow light
the tire of my bike blows on stray air
outcast i walk along the lake in solitude
a golden fabric snowflake
particular like me
rests on the stone i choose
curse of abrasiveness
a planet on my shoulders
spontaneous flip to jeremiah 1:1-17
the words are not my own
book piques attention with accept forgiveness
the ex is at my door, we chat, we tense, he leaves,
the crash! my sorry is read, jaw wired shut
blood staining skin and sheets
are you forgetting anything? i blurt unwittingly
to lover wrapped in cloak of ego leaving
orange and angular, a lighter basks in sun
on top the writing table
its rounder orange compliment
hiding inside the nighttime table
two inner numbers same
two outer switched
