Guidelines for Confusion
The warnings at the edge of time’s cliff
fly like arrows—whoosh whoosh—
pierce heats still searching for purpose.
the valves close in sequential stutter—
click murmur snap—sounds never mistaken
for anything exotic. Ears touched by proxy
listen for comfort, learn nothing
but the normal distribution of air.
Eternity is Breathing
against our bodies as we dance,
naked, under stars that look too much
like a cross we could easily hang from.
The wind shudders for us as we refuse
to open our eyes, preferring the ringing
of this darkness that lingers like a scream.
We call this frequency a failure of decency
as our skins resonate. Our weakness
is off key.
© A.J. Huffman
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has
published 27 collections and chapbooks of poetry. In addition, she has published her
work in numerous national and international literary journals.
