there is no other.
There will be the curtain charred
by deliberate fire.
There will be the food stomped
between floorboards and the
smile of faint sardonic recognition
at all the repulsive and petty senselessness
that lurks beside every phone call.
But there won’t be the hanging around,
or the deep dive into a suicidal quagmire.
After this, the energy stops
going where the devil leads,
going under the beams of sun
pulling flowers from the garden
at rapid speed and cursing the air around me.
After this, I can outlive any black star.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 2016
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