A Sympathy Of Poems

Bearing Witness

Under the dual heat 
of love and alcohol
you melt. 

Solid to liquid.

Then reconstitute 
in the morning.

A little wonky
for wear (and tear).

But yourself,
whole 
and alive.


No Problem Not Possible

Careening between small mercies
Bruised in all the right places
You travel head up and wings out.