In Reverse | Judy Moskowitz
There is a certain kind of ugly beauty
that relaxes the body and numbs the brain
the taste of smooth vermouth
a slow swallow that takes you to
the traditional place of escape
until that day when past becomes prologue
you’re stuck in reverse
history looks at you with a confrontational smirk
making you quiver
knocking you to the ground
turning you inside out
dragging you back
to the ugly truth
