alone in the dark

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alone in the dark

 

alone in the dark, waiting for the moon.

tonight, she leans in close

carefully parting the clouds, and says here,

hold this, I’ve brought you a small piece

of the sun as comfort against the night.

 

trust the light, she says, trust this moon

and these transcendent stars.

trust the return of the sun and the coming of dawn.

trust in the eventual dissolution of despair,

and the inevitable reawakening

of your own vast and radiant human heart.

 

© 2020 jafink/oldbonesnewsnow.com

 

 

butter and bacon

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 there’s always hope with enough

butter and bacon, all gluten free!

who knew, until the sellers told us,

of this ubiquitous poison in our bread?

and not just for an unlucky few, those

with identifiable disease, but for all

of us—go gluten free and you’ll feel

better—go free of anything fool

and you’ll feel better, if you’re so held

that the word “free” fairly applies. I

never knew my grandfather, dead

from a coronary before I was born. They say

he’d circle the table eating the scraps of fat

from all the plates. Today he’d be a paleo

hero- except for the being dead part, which is,

of course, where we are all headed.

How our conception of sin has diminished

in this age without boundaries- come love

let us pull down the shades and turn out

the lights. You can rub my back with butter

and I will lick the bacon from your lips.

We’ll make of ourselves a sandwich

and dream the dream of forbidden tastes

while we await the banquet of dawn.

 

 

© Old Bones, New Snow/J.A. Fink 2014