Tooth of the canine
Torn flesh
Tippy tin bucket
Plunk goes the rock
Arms outstretched
Stomach a cored apple
My own bloodless touch
And the earth quakes underfoot
This city hurts
I cannot return to the cave
You know the one
The one with the comforting shadows
The mime’s cage is locked
And he lets out a silent scream
Pinto beans and sausage
At Pollman’s Bake Shop
The river bench calls
There is no real return
There is no undoing
I am undone.