Descant

Tyrone Williams

I left my heart in the teeth of jumper-cables—
black tongue, superfluous nipples . . .

By The Time I hit the yellow tape—
it was already turning red . . .

Of my fair and alabaster love?
My redundant chains drawn in chalk?

Halfway to the stars I stopped—
turned, spat—it’s too late, baby ...





Last updated October 24, 2022