Somewhere

Somewhere,

hooks and chains

hang amid

peeling

olive wallpaper

on

rusty nails

once hanging

pictures

of

other times—

(before

the walls

shrank

and took

all the

air away).

Somewhere,

the

gentle

tapping

of fingers

on the

sharp

edge

of a

machete

leads

up to the

shadowed body

of a man

whose

head

is a

broken

light bulb.

 

 

From the book Kairos. Also received an honorable mention at the 4th Annual Skyway Writers Festival in 1999.