When breath, ragged
as a weeping incision—

When dark tendrils
through the light at your eyes—

When dawn's haze burns
off asphalt

—frozen grapes
rinsed in a shallow bowl

a skin of ice to pierce

alert the mouth: yes
the body remains

anchored through
foot & gut

the body
digs a deeper rut

When awake

walk to the sink
pour a thicker water,


to blunt the day

after Despy Boutris