all i have

I bleed nouns, verbs, adverbs, all over the pages;

A crash-course in road rash; my face skidding in the dirt.

If not for this cursor cursing at me,

I’d hang myself like a picture; reframe it.

It’s a curse that’s unrehearsed –

Unscripted, in reverse;

Rolling back over & opening my eyes,

Still here, still breathing; surviving

Hit-and-run drivers

Conspiring to kill me before my time.

uoy kcuf

I’m not dead yet.