Saturday, November 1, 2014

You Better Not Hit Me With That Truck

You can have it good for
a really long time
then the universe snaps
it's fingers, the lens distorts
the push becomes a shove.

Your mind turns backwards
to the day you knew about 
endings but never understood
them fully only a peripheral
sense that something was off.

It all comes down to blood
and how long it can circulate
uninfected and untouched.
Such a strong colour
such fragile liquid.

- Debbie Calverley

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