I only mustered one for February. I was off gallivanting rather than slaving over a hot keyboard. Ooh, a heated keyboard would be spiffy!
And He Held Out
And he held out
his hand and I put
the bolts thereand he said is that
all and I said it was
all I could find thatthe shell was burned
like a house charred
down to raftersand joists and he
asked which are
the rafters whichthe joists and I
said my ribs are
the rafters my ribsthe tall arching rafters
of my church and my
spine the joist andmy heart was
the furnace but
it’s gone andhere’s what’s left
and he smiled and
curled his hand andI knew he meant
to look for more
later while I sleep