Bowl of Light - The Argotist Online

miraculousviolentwintermoment
Here
the low hum of the car crouched on ice
thumping schisms of ice shattering under
steaming wheels/stigmata of saltpeter,
acrid gusts of filter-melt cigarette smoke
on the dry wind sharp
and bright as moonlight
where naked child-chased
faery bunnies lick
flurries and hide their
chocolate fingertips
in slippers shod for floating;
here
she wore a collection of
scars on her
cheeks intricate as
the texture of silk,
or the difference between one wave and another....
twisting memory like strands of rope
synthetic but no less real
dreams in a jar
the grocery store lobby
$.25 for an everlasting
hobnobber
but you have to catch it in your hand.