Kevin Brewer

March - Poem by Kevin Brewer

I held a page from my calendar
31 days
All crossed out

A bold, black X atop every celebration
Suffocating in its weight

Muddy tracks
Carelessly dissecting
Smooth, pristine snowfall

A cross of lead
Crushing the brittle sternum
Under fish-belly skin

A nightmare’s smile
Barbed, mossy teeth
Devouring your pillow

Darkening the first days of spring

31 cadaverous days
744 buried hours
44640 wretched minutes
1 sheet of paper

I ran it through the shredder.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006

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