Good Friday: ‘Gouge, Adze, Rasp, Hammer’ by Chris Forhan

Roman tools.
Roman tools.

So this is what it’s like when love
leaves, and one is disappointed
that the body and mind continue to exist,

exacting payment from each other,
engaging in stale rituals of desire,
and it would seem the best use of one’s time

is not to stand for hours outside
her darkened house, drenched and chilled,
blinking into the slanting rain. …

An excerpt from the poem “Gouge, Adze, Rasp, Hammer” by Chris Forhan

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