some trust the tarot or the feel of a new tattoo or messages that seem to descend to a higher form all figures all for show once love one love's master as when overcoming her resistance the way she wanted beautiful ambient light of the end of days like a limb I never had that still felt like it was missing
Copyright © 2014 by Buck Downs. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 25, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.