The wind comes sweeping down the plain
and certain days continues east, settling into
a breeze up among mountains and
I breathe it into my lungs, and it catches on
my rage.
When I remember
your secrets
you calling God as your expert
witness against me.
The King,
and His Men,
and You, against
me and your truth.
Each,
a perfectly ruined thing.
melissa suarez
melissa 