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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