Week 8 - # 52 Collaboration w/Paul Hawkins

" I chewed your photo,

swallowed it down deep

into the well of my stomach.

I`m a burst melon,

a hammered nail;

leaning on nights blunt edge,

watching stars swallow these thoughts.

Come morning, I was feverish,

sick as a yard-dog.

I heard brittle voices

and snapping twigs humored my pain. "

Paul Hawkins