Dipping toes in
a nip
of a fish
threatens
the clipped sound of I
A blanket of numb
wraps around me
between me and the urge to write
encased and unsafe
in pain
all the time
Archive for March, 2015
trying
Posted in Saturday, tagged writing on March 7, 2015| 1 Comment »
I could tell you my password
I could whisper it in your ear
in what manner would you use it, what threshold would you cross?
I would not like to see the new film, the one that is sublime and exquisite
my bones used to spiral within me, exquisite and sublime
born perfect
bones perfect
password protected
crossing into the next threshold which has its own rules of perfection, laws by which I cannot abide
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greetings, if I have any readers left
just playing around with words right now
it’s been so long
nothing doing but snow again in Western Mass
how’s by you?
twinklysparkles 