Go to the Light

TTT ~ Go to the Light

Photo by Heather Grace Stewart

Sun’s face on white
x-rays winter’s condition.
Terminal, I hope.
But the frigid old
superannuated bitch
just won’t let go.
I’m no doctor, but
just look at that angiogram
silhouette of birch, dear.
Little red droplets
on its fingertips
are your cue to skidoo.

There’s a verdant virgin
waiting on this room
and she’s got all the
boys’ fancies turning to,
you know, love…
and golf and baseball
and girls’ bare,
smooth-shaven thighs,
like the beautiful branches
of that white birch
you’re clinging to.

Just let go, babe.
Go to the light.

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3 thoughts on “Go to the Light

  1. Ha! This is fabulous! You had me at “superannuated bitch” and laughing at
    “and girls’ bare,
    smooth-shaven thighs,
    like the beautiful branches
    of that white birch
    you’re clinging to.”

    It’s fabulous! thanks for playing!

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