Dénouement

Dénouement

Apples dropped from the tree early.

Gobbled by voles in the dank night,

their insides chewed out

and left hollow in the rotting sun.

The stylus skipped and slid across the LP.

I took that vinyl disc to the edge

of a canyon and flung it as far

as I could.

The whirling, shiny black disappeared

around a corner.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

- September 2014