William Davis   

skipping town

the night my voice

ran away

a discolored courtesy phone

rang a friend from their bed

the shrieking anonymous

beige of anyone, anyplace

and i want badly

to pack up

suitcases for every occasion

seams bursting with the gravity

of stray dogs, letters left under water

placeholders for escape velocity

tell me syrup sweet

like sainthood, a cup

sealing your lips

in nude benediction

not how we live forward

but likely love backwards

Bio

Will D. is a nurse drifting southeasterly. Further scribbles @ByThisWillAlone.