June 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue Two
John Sweet
permafrost

was suddenly mortal in the
cold blue sunlight of my 35th winter
was lost in a room w/ a stranger and
her sister and both of them naked
and one of them crying and we
were far beyond the point where
words would help explain anything
i was considering rothko,
wrists slashed and overdosed on
his kitchen floor
i was considering his daughter
the ease with which pain
spreads out from the core
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