the crumpled blueprint knows this curse
it is written on the soles of my feet
and on upturned palms
I am intimate with these
hexes in the air, and the
breathless hesitation gripping
my throat, but
these bones will not allow a retreat
there is darkness
downhill with the headlights off, and
I am climbing from the ashes
© 6.9.2014 heather brager
