happy new year

the ending feels so feverish 

sweat it out 

burn it off 

seal the frayed ends with bitterness 

you catch a

terminal eagerness 

relentlessly forgetting 

you’re a host-body 

for a miracle 

you let it slip - intentionally

under floorboards

into subtext 

dropping grease in the socket

then complaining that it’s blurry 

how you can’t see the future 

just a horse shaped shadow 

his stare

a premonition of dread 

but it’s just something to be harnessed 

another year to control

so quit whining 

that the metal bit is cold 

and remember when 

you were burning up