Diss Belief

on shaky ground,

I skirt the sinkhole. . .

round and

round and

round

I run

edges crumbling

underfoot

–doors bangin’

house gone,

wind still

but not calm

–so still,

I only hear

that damned b*tch

Sue.

dopplering the past

(tense)

Sue.

Sue sighs.

(and she already had)

over again,

and I can’t believe–

won’t

C A N N O T

believe–

don’t

she

returned.