and while a door slams hard behind me
and while i know that sweet voices and sweet thoughts
can only run bitter nothings through me
for one thing I can be thankful as i exhale

a bit less heat as another breath finds its way to the night
ice settles into shoulders scarred
joints broken
knees scraped from prayers thrown up in anguish
so relaxation comes freely now
heat driven out as numbness settles in

12/15/2005

Author's Note: vapor, vapor...

Posted on 12/15/2005
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