Kerri Shying R - # 203 - tramal

tramal

sucks the words back in  between the  spaces

of the teeth   the slow releases  trace  the

minutes of the hour  glass   of nothing

taking time   instead of pain  space the face

of day   lips buzz hands grab at seconds

  flutter-bys  - swans of serotonin’s glib

secret   sticking down the

boiler plate of ailing   those warmest   

welds    

the wanting