The Noticable In This Tiny Town

When he met her His head was burrowed Deep within the sand. He stood at length for days Admidst his alcohol binges And factory work. She could break him Like a babbling brook. And finally, He lost his high that Always sat considerably low. He could feel it in his face Like he was drowning. That rubber hose stayed Taut around his neck As she tugged the shell Off his shivering limbs. It was already going on eight o'clock When he realized that she too Was easy to break. He felt her skin crack Within his summery palms. He fed her figs at twelve And watched her eyes dance beside the fire. They were branched off in bunches Like grapes or tourniquet legs. Left unfinished like The cradle by the lake Or the portrait of Dorian Gray.