I’m having that feeling again

That feeling I feel sometimes

Like the bite of cold so brutal

It bruises bone and chips teeth

Staying past its welcome

I’m having that feeling again

That feeling I feel sometimes

Like a snake bite that refuses anti-venom

Split tongue meets skin and lingers

“There’s nothing we could do” echos from

The waiting room

I’m having that feeling again

That feeling I feel sometimes

Like falling in a dream

Feet flailing and mouth agape

But this time the alarm doesn’t go off

I’m having that feeling again

That feeling I feel sometimes

In the space between belly freckles

Anvil heavy and hot like a iron

No roadrunner, just coyote

I’m having that feeling again

That feeling I feel sometimes

Like hands left in cement to dry

There’s no walking away from this one

Unless they’re cut clean off

I’m having that feeling again

That feeling I feel sometimes

Like sleeping could turn into more

Monogamy or even marriage

Eyes closed, unconscious seems like an ok forever

I’m having that feeling again

That feeling I feel sometimes

Like goodbye is in the forecast

A low pressure system off the western front

And after it, they call for sun