9-8 last post til 9-11, beaching

This is a true account.


After the Club


Some confuse a fist with a heart.

A trigger with a passport. A bullet with a lesson.

His was a hollow-point that hemorrhaged

from his bowels after he knocked


over a glass of water on a club table.

In green light he was a fluttering Luna Moth

who rose before EMS arrived.


Later in group his mom hemorrhaged tears

“Over a fucking glass of spilt water.”


The minute hand deepens her wound

as she treads on her Möbius strip. Paper cuts

crisscross her wrists.


What words, what touch

can heal the flow of blood and water

from her pierced side?