arrhythmia
john sweet
10 below zero in the first
blinding light of a sunday morning and
they are slaughtering prophets
down on main street
air freezes in your lungs
when you try to scream
woman i love sleeps and
dreams of all the
days before we met
i am too goddamned old to keep
laughing off this pain
that has come to define us
image by Harry Rajchgot, 2017