The Life and Death Anomaly

      she doesn’t        exist but as

a small dream sinking through me

that the night is quiet endlessness;

i never learned how to leave

because i came to Life

in quivering obedience

a slow stillness

p u l s i n g

along the tracery of me

Hell is hugging the guardrail as you traverse the highway

Feet bare to glass and rust and stone upon stone

Limbs driven by the atrophy of snapping tendon