By Larry Jaffe

My lungs ache
from breathing
sleepless air

In my
late night
sirens scream
by blood

I cannot stop
even as
my tears
turn to dust

I hold
your hand
but your fingers
so brittle
they fall
from grace

I swallow
my eyes
to better
see inside

Blind tears
are not easy
to digest

Larry is our feature in this month's Behind the Scenes interview! Be sure to check it out and learn more about the websites and projects with which Larry is involved.


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