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,
swallow
anything
to blunt the day
after Despy Boutris
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