Thursday, December 11, 2008

dead in the fucking snow

i hate
walking through the woods
and seeing your footprints
knowing
that i missed you

2 comments:

J. said...

I love how you've packed the bittersweet cut you always bring into such a tight little coil here, ready to spring. So powerful.

Thomas Moronic said...

Your poems locate the core of what you're writing about so well. That's why I love your work. You have such a talent for pinpointing those things that hover just outside of the words that you use; you snag them and snare them, so that we can see them too. So you can show us that we all feel those things.x