Dancing In Front of the Dragon’s Cave

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.

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