The Body's Only Life by Steve Klepetar

Standing here on this solid floor,

here where wind outside

rages and leaves fly, here

where rain has fallen for days,

this is the body’s only life.

You come to me in a dream

again and again

you say your name, a spell

to bring you back to your bones

and flesh. Your anger burns

as if I’ve neglected something

important or left it behind

in my careless way.

Waking is no comfort though,

even with the scent of coffee,

eggs frying on the stove.

Rain lashes the windows

and on the street, headlights glare.

Steve Klepetar lives in the Berkshires in Massachusetts. His work has received several nominations for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. Klepetar is the author of fourteen poetry collections, the most recent of which are A Landscape in Hell (Flutter Press) and Why Glass Shatters (One Sentence Chaps).