I wish I could send you an sos
On the entrails of the crickets
The pounding of the sea deadens the pounding of my heart
Drawing it like tea
Stirring it up
And settling it down
Like a locomotion driven off the track
Like a new feeling that can’t be put back
Into its stiffened box
Package returned to sender
Like a harried wound
Frenzied in fuss
And fear and lust
And…
Don’t say that word
It was a new feeling…
It was a new feeling…
It was a new feeling…
— janberry © 19aug2018 12.33am
(Photo credit: brickingtips.com)
JanBerry 