sandwiched between brutish winters and a bullish summer
i suffered, pinioned and suffocating, smothered
by my ego’s airbag which deployed on impact
deflated by one humbling pinprick
reluctant to penetrate at best, a welcome change
inventing new words, which amused me. the blissful reagent,
an aching, obvious truth in a sea of sad fat to be trimmed.
we had melted in it, and i could not undo what was already fondue-
but i was lucky- i had you.