Snapshot
Johanna M. Geiger
The hue of your eyes
(rusty)
matches the state of my heart
viewpoint palm open awaiting some form of compromise
busting energy
a morning sound unidentified
a morsel of regret
(I shouldn’t have eaten the sausage –
you shouldn’t have pushed me)
Remembering pain in my fingertips
a few moments of accomplishment
then, surrender.
