segue

fingertips brush brown ink
permanently placed amidst
melanin, follicles, skin.
flat characters undistorted
by peaks of tissue healed
exactly the way life isn’t.
hypocrisy crowds in, defeat
readily admitted, familiar
silence settles deafeningly.
robins try to pry worms
from icy blacktop and
I am left to wonder:
how do you explain frozen
to one who has never known
the morning frost?
4.14.07/9.09am

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