Gale Force

Mouths of westward wind, his lips a belated burden an all-consuming bite. I’ve bitten back—bit—I bite mouthfuls of sutured skin. I spit this wind. We’re taught to tote the breath of burden. Unspoken pliable floss—burden we thatch for love’s blistered bite. Knee-deep in loss, onward wind, onward. I’m planted within warm burden, nary this wind [...]