Sunday, November 14, 2010

POEM: Do You Even Know How to Hold Her?

how you said the sadness of the springs
of the couch reminded you of me?

how the whole fruit of me was rotted,
from seed inside out accompanied by my favorite fruit flies
to seal the deal?

how we pledged allegiance to a flag
that could never fly stiff enough in the wind of all the shrapnel we let fly?

how the christmas lights we strung made shadows and that was all?

and how the dim halos you took in like a straw with teeth and hair
dwindled you down on the sharpstone to a point so fine that neither one of us
cared enough to blunt it?


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