new year, and the world is noisy,
sends down a chill wind, to keep me
a shade and a body, sewn together
and the wrong choices, the rowdy pull
the whiskey and the devil
in collusion, raw whispers deciding how
to mark me.
electric needle pins wired straight
to the bone, then
and the dull insult of hurt around
the red hole.
I met sorrow, I did the best I could,
with all its teeth is lucky, and alike dogs
loosed from the tethers of regret,
see how I rise.