milky way

felled and rotting
this nerve pain
of termites scattering
through my hand


an icicle
with only a trickling
of momentum
will sunbeams melt
the darkness inside me


uphill both ways
through deep snow
in last year’s boots . . .
spent laces thread through
the eyelets of his stories

after A Pair of Shoes by Vincent van Gogh, 1886