The Next Rhyme

some mornings after
not sleeping
grasses bend
and will be broken
nubs of candles weep
in stink
like the under bridge man
discard nail parings
and old hair
to discourage
witchcraft
his hooves ride
a wild course upon
my sternum
that tender cartilage
giving away
breath for breath
alphabetically
the next rhyme is
sleepless
death

Window Sill

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