Shades of Spring


behind the eyes, and…
down the neck and…
across my chest—
my hands tingle while my face hangs numb
as screams they run,
up and down
with no voice to bear witness
as i swallow the course
[swallow the course]
[swallow the course]
(such a prideful pill)

i wish like mad i could lay like dirt
beneath the grass now reaching for new shades of Spring
under the hop of birds that chirp at squirrels
twisting up trees onto branches
that call for my breath
and exhale new life, light green.