The tiger’s tail,
which I can’t quite catch.
That white whale,
no less heavy hearted
than this wretch.
Heaven Forbid,
we find all kinds of hooks,
in our bottom lips.
Happiness is a speedy arrow,
grazing my cheek.
An unannounced visitor,
coming and leaving sometime mid-week.
Heaven forbid,
she take a load off,
and stay for some tea.
When words don’t work,
the way wounds can’t create,
Heaven forbid,
we just give it a break.
