Settling In

I am baking in the earth’s crust,

burning out and settling in

 

The fabric of another life folds

like a patchwork quilt on the table before him

My fingers streak through his hair

and pave new pathways

he can feel, but can’t see

 

I sip him like hot coffee

in a cold car,

steam fogs the windshield

and I squint to find my place

I can’t see, but I feel him

in the back of my throat

and the pit of my stomach

 

burning up and settling in

 

3-18-19

 

 

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