Monday, August 2, 2010

A pen uncapped/ Has a tooth/ Has an ache
In the hook of my fingers, a notebook
hungry at the jaw/ That spiral seam

Not down these days/ But up
from the earth/ Up I said the dress
of the mountain/ On your back, take it
with you/ After that click

walk home in breeze that comes, mint
whispers on skin/ Wave goodbye
at the window/It promises to come again

Flat-chested-totem / Love-tree-belly
The rough on your lips/ Don’t be shy
cause no one looks/ To tide,

you pluck leaf for fire/ Tear petals
inside the rain/ And Susans, black-eyed
through white pickets/ Grow

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