Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Being buried to the chin in a pile of warm dryer clothes feels like:
the Earth is healed, the streets smell sparkly
and lack cement. She is able to be in her body--
each muscle, unlocked is weeping into
the finish line. The finish line is a light
beam. The quiet
is safety roaring's arms in which
Her muscles no longer
weep. They wept until
She is all that is left.
She can look at any color and be okay.
The stuttering stops-- that word
in her mouth lets go of her tongue and as it
is spoken, it floats away.