Life on a black Monday extended as
To kill all the light in the house. Shaking
Out the man’s hands and god’s to hold loose their
Gaze, I find myself balanced on this blind
Woman’s grip of existence. The black and
White echoes of where things might be. Confound
These frozen nights frosted with angry dogs
Barking at the flattened shadow of things
Hidden only in the deep dark rising
Fast from the drunken steam of your own breath.