shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Isabel Chenot



I will invite heartache until pain shatters my ego –

until arduous waves rake me and roll to you
lifting debris,

softening every pith I touch, washing through
time, seeping down dark

crevices. So I will find your hidden mark
of pain, and feel it too.

And I will not be afraid. Or if I am, I will swallow fear

and walk unhidden where your pain has preyed,
turning on lights –

as when weak noises shatter nights
and space is nothing

but a risk erupting