honeycomb
craters
unhindered
by the
vacuous
charm
footsteps—wagon-sized
circumference
barren lots
molten
display—
earth
aflame
machismo
died
in
the face of wisdom
…and
we cuddled close—
shivering
silent, huddled still
above
the dining wood,
plates
filled, utensils primed
abdominals
stifled
by
sounds beyond
in
what felt like lifetimes,
motion
thawed locked bone
breakfast-long
past cold,
devoured
swift
deafness
lingered minutes long
curiousity
prompts opened eye
seeing
a variety of ghosts
now
walking the aftermath
nausea
sickens the retraced path—
yet
alive we stand; together still
