Saturday, December 24, 2011


I mash down on the brake. 
Hardly anyone ever mentions 
just how slippery blood is. 

That son of a bitch, my heart, 
waving and shouting 

what sounds like hi! Hi! 
when there’s nobody there 

but clocks and mirrors. 

Many suicides 
are misclassified 
as accidents. 
Then it’s spring.

Howie Good

Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of the 2011 poetry collection, Dreaming in Red, from Right Hand Pointing. All proceeds from the sale of the book goto a charity, which you can read about here:  HYPERLINK ""

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