Dervish Nothing arrivesyet nothing is somethingThe candle flame is fatflickering hard like it’s yellinglike it needs attention My skin is chilled from the morning wingIt’s too cool for Julyyet it’s too hot for July also There’s a frilly itch in my right earI can’t quite make it stop spinningit’s a whirling dervish of an itch… Continue reading Poem 193 – Dervish