his latest darkness

November 2, 2013 § 2 Comments

he was
really in the weeds with this one
trying to remember
his perfect alibi

fearing
anything he came up with
would only cinch
the knot tighter

she filled
the kitchen doorway saying nothing –
she didn’t have to speak and
he could tell,
she had already
breeched a round

her eyes
followed the frayed tether
from his slumped form
to the stove clock
and back again

there was
still not a word as she guided him
by the scruff
to the lone plate
waiting cold

now with
the verdict in and the light out
in his latest darkness
he ate

as slow
as he could
already missing the day –
dreading
incarceration

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead

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