Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Those darn monsters

I'm watching from the train station
agape at metal jaws
the way they mimic Jurassic
ancestors digging in the rubble.

Love has me land
locked in a pile
of my monstrous undoing

the sound of unmaking
fingernails down
a chalkboard
history becomes those machines
those monsters

all they do is lacerate.

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