Monday, June 9, 2014

mount vesuvius.




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