Thursday, June 7, 2012


(Take Two)

no matter the drugs I dig my nails in
flinch when the needle touches a root

jaws open, yet without words,
breathing in a little desperately

what's this innocuous conversation
part of your plan to gut me open?

don't ask me any questions
I can't answer. don't grind me down

I am exposed to the root
a little wild in the eyes

just about ready to bite it.

Take two because I wrote another poem a long time ago about another Extraction, that time about the demise of a friendship. This time, however, I came up with this.

1 comment:

the tree said...

Wow! This came out really well. I'm grimacing as I read it.