As My Window Shakes at 1:00am

This April wind howls,
fierce and unrelenting,
Scratching dust from the earth,
Stripping the asphalt blank
from woeful memories
and disappointment
 
I wish it could do the same
for my heart
That I could breathe in its
keen edges and
exhale, feeling polished-
no-
forgiven-
no-
chaste
 
That I could inhale such
force and magnitude
it would render
me pristine,
beautiful