Back to basics
the spine taps into essentials.
Step on a crack,
break your mother’s back!
Which kid stomped?
I wonder.
Hot pad back
on the back.
Higher
then lower
Remaining upright
to write excites nerves.
I wish I were
back in bed.
poem- holding May 9, 2015
Your hands
grip your head,
hide your hurt,
hold that history
in your hands.
