Swerve, a poem by Michael Channing


by Michael Channing

once again you find yourself
though you always see it coming
it never fails to cut you open
and leave you bloodless as a stone
big surprise
every time
under rehearsed
steeling your nerves
waiting out your time in the gutter
hoping that none of the cars

long overdue long look at yourself
not much left to love
and little love left
no surprise
empty inside
under a curse
steeling your nerves
steering by the lights in the darkness
hoping that none of the stars

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Chokes and Warbles
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Chokes and Warbles, a collection of essays and poems by Michael Channing

August 20, 2021