Photo by Lori B. McCray

Lifeless

I’m working out something.

It’s very old and very big and

a little bit scary.

Words are as useless as a

punctured balloon.

The hope you’ve stored up

has deflated. There is no

restoration. Air is a promise

you can’t take in. An elusive

illusion, destined to die

LBM 11/5/2022