
It will be
like a howl in the night
the demon crawling
through blood
crunching sinew
dripping fury
what will you say
when it looks you
in the eye
and you see
soiled parchment
bent knuckles
a gradient of sorrow
dead leaves
the smell of cloves
will you crawl inside yourself then?
will you forget
your 8:30 a.m. appointment
on Tuesday next
your spiral notebook
your mother in law
your cashmere sweater
your mug of hot coffee
will you remember?
idle in your yearning
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Words and photography by Denise Ruttan