Into My Mortal
I look at the deck
where my vintage love was torn
and spoiled with smoke and hard tales,
told after sundown and music being judged
beneath a piercing sky.
Outside where my personal angel
binds her matterless arms,
a voice reels like heavy breath.
My children are autumn born,
as though humming and hewing out new
pictures to awe over and learn the endless
plateaus of heaven.
I am on all sides in a Sunday,
charged by what I do and do not do.
It would be paradise,
but often the coat rack and broken switches get in the way.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “Eskimo Pie”, July 2015
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