Tuesday, March 16, 2004

smudges in my rear view (irritants)*

i.
i can see your heart
although you’re trying
to cover that wound
as an oyster would
a pearl

ii.
the gentle curve of neck
does not betray tension
small and cold
surrounding the
abrasion
but your fingers do a
tap—
dance
on my coffee
table




*this is also in my B.A. thesis, edited from the original version a bit

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