Jim Wilton

There is a cliff in my Kansas Life – A knife cut to the bone Through artery and ligament, he Instructed me. There is a pit in front of next That opens with a pop, he Showed me with a sake glass And Japan fan I loved what was to come, he Jilted me. This morning, the slight Weight of eyeglasses on nose – twenty-nine Years awake in strange Topeka, sun rises. 4/4/2016