Tangle

July 16, 2019

Thick adolescent throat
choked on a string

connecting a warm baby held to bare flesh
with a shaking man

on an empty trailer floor.

Somehow the boy

feels foregone warmth

and a coming freeze at once.

Time folds up and around
looping -
its line becoming tangle.
Everything's at once.

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