Shaking Hands
A Poem

All awareness goes hurling inwards like the sun at a window deep breaths to a new lightheadedness where the thought alone is heavy enough to keep you down The breaking sweats of other moonlight additions to the world a great gaping mouth like a cry from across the canyon But can’t think about that now not the divorce from the sticks and other shadows reeling from the tequila-infused welcoming that alcohol-stained breathing without technical rhythm without the motivation or teacher to be quiet Still clacking and clacking goes on from knuckles to other knuckles inadvertently bare and pressed against its nearest excuse for a companionship instead of the doing that encapsulating fragment of necessity that forces you out of bed in the cavity you are considering working with While the whole project has been amiss and has already burnt in another carton of disaster and the realizations have decided to wait until dessert before they say anything
J.D. Harms 2020
