Dermabond
dark places bite harder
leeches held my breath
time is finally lifting the anchor
glue for broken bones
old knife
older technique
I’m painting a patchy highway
flying far fast
driving warmer than any fireplace
behind me there’s a grim courtroom
jury ripping apart a lion
the judge swings an unforgiving maul
poachers on my heels
boiling rain
lightning
and free fall
I’ll never go back
I have a full tank
plenty endurance
and a reliable brass quadrant