MOST DAYS

MOST DAYS
Matt Galletta

I come home
on fire,

my hair burning,
my clothes sizzling,
the room filling
with smoke

as I watch
the flesh
melt
from my hands

revealing
the dull,
gray bone
underneath.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.

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Posted on October 20, 2012, in Matt Galletta, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. This is the last of Matt’s first batch of poems. I hope he submits some more. I like his uncluttered style and succinct ideas, they say so much precisely and quickly.

    Read his other poems by clicking the link:
    https://misfitsmiscellany.wordpress.com/category/matt-galletta/

  2. Matt brings it home with a clarity of language and nails it in his body of work.

  3. by the time I get to the bone it’s time to wake up and get ready for work …

  4. Allie Marini Batts

    The ability to capture the hell that is everyday living and pin it to the page using only 31 words is proof that there’s divinity counterbalancing it somewhere.

    Side note: I wish I didn’t read this, shake my head, and say, “Exactly,” knowing all-too-well how accurate those precisely chosen 31 words are.

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