Thursday, May 17, 2007

do this in remembrance of she *

sometimes
i scry my wrist like
an unwilling
oracle,
trace thin
white lines
from origin

to completion.
scarred flesh pillowy-soft at
surface, rope-like, raised
and rigid
underneath.
my fingertips
read lines like Braille,

this
from when i called hysterical,
cried, begged you
stay
on the line, i’m
scared, so scared,
so
can’t get the bleeding
to
stop.

this
from the year my watch strapped
permanently
over blown veins,
collapsed, bearing no blood,
vessels
mangled
through a fine science.


lines
i ignore out
of habit, almost
forget, until they
glint silver in
sunshine, draw attention
to my arms.

sometimes
i catch myself
in class, staring
at my skin,
touching, pulling
pleading memory
out of flesh,
begging
twisted tissue

for an
explanation.




*B.A. senior thesis poem

i actually wrote this in class, less than 10 days before my final thesis was due. i put it at the end; it seemed to sum up everything quite nicely.

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