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You all head to bed, bed-headed, head-boarded up
in dreams. I’m heady and bored. It seems
like I’m stuck in an eddy, a gorge. I look up, I lean,
I squint. The clouds are grey, like lint.
The devil’s motives are ulterior. God in the mirror?
Then wipe it. You might see a little clearer, back-lit.
Whiteout, because these clouds and fog will be here
so follow the leader, higher powers nailed to cedar,
or atop a rock like Peter, lobbing pebbles and taunting cops
to see what shot they got.
poems by Jim Aldrich
It’s been a weekend for the books. I’ve surprised myself in more than one way. A gut-wrenching argument with an old and dear friend, that I reacted to a little better than I thought I would. Also an act of cruelty by me and boundaries crossed. You can read both accounts.
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