Friday, May 16, 2014

The widow considers her options

Crying has become a reflex now and
I barely notice it
autonomic
like 
breath like 
heartbeat like 
peristalsis.

A drink, perhaps, engaging senses and
stilling thought
numbing this moment like 
morphine like 
oxygen like 
cooling skin.

Masturbation, a possibility, slippery finger and
the convulsive shudder
lonely comfort like 
our bed like 
our home like 
the dawn chorus in the dark

I taste salt
I swallow
I curl in on myself, again 
a seed, a reverse bloom

Consider?


Consider nothing.

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