strawberries
hidden against the wind
i duck down
into my high collar
and suffer
a violent
short coughing fit.
slightly stunned i
dab a bare hand at
the corner of my mouth
the skin comes away tinted
- a colour indicator
that my life
has begun
to ebb
over my liars tongue
and out
my lonely lips. ~ turn the page
~ words: J. Fisher, Canada (about & more)
image: Ira Joel Haber,
New York (online gallery) |