The thing about putting a life back together
is the tank wallowing in the swamp.
embers of guilt and shame become fiery
monsters living on the volcano.
Poison ivy on the face.
cheek held against the spinning tire
remembering the whiplashes
given and taken.
dogs barking at fireflies in the catalpa
when the shadow moves through the neighborhood
Intervention to Hotel 6
puke on crumbled sheets.