Eric Hall - End Of A Year

Give me a call when your marriage dissolves

Dial my phone when the family stalls

Reach out for me when you’ve nothing at all

I’ll be reaching right back with razor-sharp claws

Some things you can’t plan

Now attached to your head

Brought along my drill bit

A small hole placed in your skin:

Brains spill across your desk

Some things you can’t plan

Lips abutting your heels

Honestly honored to be here

In the presences of my fear:

Woman carrying life shared