—I WISH I KNEW A WAY TO TELL YOU WHERE I’VE BEEN

crayola

it’s a speechless

spread again

little to do but

punch the air

molten fires

everywhere

discounted wounds

heaped in

every corner

a flock of

rabid geese

comminuting

the sky

with blatant

disregard

them the only

sign of life

as i cling to

the edges of

memory

awaiting summer

killer bees

monster hornets

and hate mail

written in crayon