Too Late/Too Drunk/Too Dark

by Weston Cutter
something solid
               	to look at.

			     a red brick
    thin ferns...    	              a tire
           	óno,	         no         no
thing that grows,

               	no         thing          thatís
made   to     move      or that
understands  	    "away".

                 	donít     close your eyes:
  even if  thereís
no    limit     to     the
     pressing  or      spinning,
even if thereís        no room
     to    look      away

  :     her ring    is    still      on
your finger,      the doorknob
is solid      and will stay
right here   right near
your       next         grasp.

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