misfire

big blind

i fold

wrinkles won

*

numbness in growth

leads me to not

feeling and not

being sharp enough

to figure out the solution

to the cycle

that tightens

like a noose

till numbness

*

take in the air

and find that winter

smells like burning

and summer is cool nights

where we can never be

touched or mitigated

for here we stand

forever

until winter fires up

to bury all

in flame

*

most beginnings

are defined by

did i say the right thing

or does she like it wrong