Daily Archives: November 28, 2008

in truth

People can be like a bottle
shaken up, contents
inside the plain
brown
glass
building pressure –
quietly waiting
to explode.


wilt

She sent him a letter, sat
waiting for him to arrive.
Her sweaty palms stuck
to her skirt
as she smoothed it,
biting her lip watching
the window.
It was sad to see her
jump every time
she thought
she saw him
come in, smile
fading like a street
light at the turn
of night to morning.