Swerve, a poem by Michael Channing

Swerve

by Michael Channing

once again you find yourself
alone
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
swerve

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
blur

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