Thursday, September 30, 2010

thicker

Congealed,
thick and soupy,
family sticks
to your
head,
heart,
wallet,
conscience.
And won't ease its grip.

Sometimes
there would be nothing nicer
than to turn on a cold tap
and wash the blood away
clean.

1 comments:

Chris Andrews said...

blood is thicker than water.
Part of this is inspired by Brent's poem and what I remember from his project mixed in with my own feelings for a little bit of flair.