Shutters
A Poem

The winning goes on behind closed doors and windows Apparently
Agony slips out to do that pressuring the drinking up of the alcoholic’s stash
Crushing cigarettes to prove they weren’t ever in my mouth outlining savage epitaphs in spray paint on my wall
Putting behind me the record that is burning I started the next day a new writing
Closing in on finishing this curtain’s hem I look around for something to put under it
J.D. Harms 2020
