The best thing about Tennessee is that you can leave it, but where would I go? It’s all on fire out there.
No place above the stars or warmed by the sun, your life will be taken in this war, no matter what allegiance you wear.
I sit in James Agee Park, after work, the air starting to chill again, hoping for a moment to dream, before I am taken by despair.
I dream of a moment, the last hurrah for innocence, when it was winter and I was an angel, and she touched my face.
Laying entwined, at peace and content, some kisses, some sighs, I was whole and loved, a fleeting moment of grace.
And that grinning skull the moon looked down but did not see us, could not find us, as love had struck down it’s animal face.