Up To Down

by Charlotte Hamrick

Should we climb the wall grasping

with blind fingers and toes for love

cracks clinging to sweetness

turned to dust in our

moldy mouths

Should we drag our anger and our

blue acquiescence, bloodied, over

a cat tongue rack for misplaced hope

cooled to lifeless ash

Or should you go your way

and I'll go mine spraying splats of

graffiti bile and trailing yellow streaks

behind us