gloom gurgles through
It spreads like oil, and binds to
I find myself second-guessing
the obvious, retracing my steps
a thousand times, lest syntax
And I struggle to broadcast
vital signs through this static;
and I pray
that my truth won’t be too maimed
when it reaches you.
Copyright ©2009 Anna Piutti
Published in DY Magazine on June 1, 2010.