Sequenced Glimpses

you don't ask why
God has a sword
but wonder how
he'll use it

1. everyday violence

meeting myself at a mirror
in a gridlock car crash
time collapses

make sense of this -

mother of the womb

worn withered face

squinched eyes yielded

to the scene

where are you in this mess?

my wings dangle
caught in the dreamcatcher
from some car
in front of me

2. silent violence

she looked across the room
waiting for her to look up

eyes downcast as she etches
thin figures of maudlin women
post-pubescent hyper-youth

her hand drawing
frail bones accentuate
taut white skin

looking up at the eyes
cast upon her

flinching

skin, so soft

untouchable

shifts
in the tightened grip

3. dusk

tired swooping bats
devour insects
beyond my window

I watch the sun set
slowly behind the hills

at that last moment
the light crests
making the horizon glow

then darkness comes
and bats continue their feast

inside, I

close
my drapes

preparing for the sun
that is sure to come