Timothy Pilgrim


Horoscopes torn out, read,
shared, but not with me.

Separate lives, serrated nights.
I'm in a tunnel, running,

the train surely coming —
not your breasts, not you.

I inhale fear, chest wide open,
heart cut half out, you,

the ripper. Or, so I feel.
Destined to lick sooty walls

re-painted black, I cannot
eat myself, puke life back.

Tonight, without light,
I lie flat on bleak track.

Timothy Pilgrim, a U.S. Pacific Northwest poet, has published poems in journals such as Seattle Review, Cirque, and San Pedro River Review. He is author of Mapping Water (Flying Trout Press) and co-author of Bellingham poems.
previous page     contents     next page


Post a Comment

<< Home

Powered by Blogger