Time can be quite
unhelpful:
A harsh, choked
acquaintance watches
from a greasy window.
Observing a wavering,
a thing between sting
and nothing.
It wants in.
It needs an aftertaste,
a listening.
Emerging.
Antidote to Dispair by Lindsay Sweley
Categories: Issue 1 - Fall 2011, Periodicals, Poetry
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