ash wednesday

you have risen
from out of bed
into the atmosphere
and you are once again free
and i alone
in knowing
what will happen next
in knowing
what that dream was
and what that blood meant
i have gone around in my head
with all of it
the car,
the garden,
the way you kissed my lips
i have turned it so much that it’s twisted
bent beyond recognition
and now i have no context
there’s no starting line anymore
i can’t tell how far it is to the end
and there’s this feeling i can’t shake
that there isn’t one

from ashes and snow, by gregory colbert:

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