An Immaculate Break

Posted: June 25, 2013 in Poetry
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As his nights slowly
     become her days

& the tether between
     snaps & fades

She made him as sharp
     as dull razor blades

We say we will
     but we’ll never change

He sits at the bottom
    of the shower

Minute after minute
     hour after hour

& though it helps
    with the aches

Her scent it won’t
     wash away

Genuflects & supplicates
     he tries to pray

But the Christ
     don’t want him anyway

So he twists
     as he breaks

Into shapes
      he couldn’t possibly make


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