Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
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Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
Breathless, punched in the
gut seeing language evolve,
my own words falter.
They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.
He feared brain blood clots
but it’s labyrinthitis.
He’ll live after all.
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
Dark fear crackling at
the edges, the heart beats on,
pulsing core of light.
“I just want to feel
pretty,” she says through her tears.
She already is.
Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.
It happens over
coffee, one stunned, the other
already elsewhere.
She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.