the curves were shallow. as we waited for the panic to administer its needles.
our touch was a ladder. our rage was soft. as the edge convinced up to leap.
time gathered its collateral. as the debts of our flesh increased.
ropes full of knots. windows slick with rain.
the corners turned on us. our maps deflated.
the wolves held their breath. as our fairy tales were defeated.
we clung fast to our empty picnic baskets.
when you're hungry. every crumb is a feast.