Sometime before Spring
Someone will pull you in by thinking next to you.
Their hungry rumination will tug at the flimsiest physical thing–
an eyelash, a button, a cardboard shoe.
Then, inching closer to fatality,
you’ll see your reflection–all your hair gone, your shirt open—
and start to swallow the eventuality
of intractable, irreversible consumption.
This is great! 🙂