In the throat like a toothpick
energy sticks and pokes and breaks
capillaries. It is not dirt on the floor
or a week of getting through but it
has turned into a lifestyle of spiritual starvation –
not a moment to read, write, record and delve into
things that change me and hold me to this world.
I cannot do what I used to – even breadcrumbs
have dried into dust and I feel like a new creature
born from anxiety – always at the upper level, never
returning to the core. I feel buried under snow
ready to just fade and fight no more.
I crave for the lips of God.
I am torn asunder like a dried leaf
under a sharp tooth-comb. I am thirsty, still
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Nebo: A Literary Journal, Volume 33, No. 1”
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