12.04.2013

Unsleeping, or Freezing, or Treading Water


Funny, your stitch
in my side now aches
under my breast
as your leprechaun voice
chills to eskimo breath
& washes out like sand
on Popponesset Beach.
Death comes so early
this time of year--


Linking up with Izy’s prompt to the Real Toads: ESKIMO