Mea Maxima
I've been a
dis-
appointment -- such
an attenuated,
[in the rear-view
mirror
the girl
who wanted to better
herself, at night-
school, with
the braces, the baby,
the telephone
voice (correct,
that's
correct)
our
eyes
]
[her face
is
flint].
[tomorrow,
(there is
snow on
Mount Diablo, there is
black ice
all along the road that snakes
around the reservoir)
tomorrow
]
a-
gain a
clench
another
muzzle (the echo
is intimate, and
who will listen?) a
letting go, an
exhalation, of sorts, a
failing
to thrive.
JDP 2002/01
Copyright John D Porter © 2002
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