Wednesday, January 1, 2014
DAY DRUNK
Rushing world, red glue of fruit juice.
Outside the fire turns into a tower.
Wolf-mouth eating seeds
over
open sweater drawer.
Daughter hands, given a knife.
Sweetheart eyes, flicker to see
who might catch
my mastery.
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