a baseboard splinter
waits to stab some unlucky heel.

backed up against the wall.

this cold is the killing kind.

black locusts sway
like metronomes in an ice storm.

dripping resin pitch on the windshield.

pianos out of tune
out of step with the winter.

honky tonk chords
send the virginia reel down the hall.

cedar leaves look like baby rattlers
fanging for stories to fill in the blanks.

out here under the rainbow
the bluebirds bite.

people put people in suitcases
and drown them like farmhouse cats.

treated like a disposable lighter
after all the butane and love is gone.

suppose all i can say now is hi
from the bottom of the burn barrel.

i hope this keeps you warm.


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