Thursday, April 22, 2010

Hosea

Lifted up, my heart dashed suicidal
almost at the earth, the caked dirt, I saw
her spread before me like a withered wife
exposed, cigarette burns between cut-marks, and her
head / twisted, chin and jaw thrust
in hunger’s fury, limp hands limp, and
a low-moan dangerous
rage.

Wife? I whispered,
and her green eyes / snapped.