Friday, February 15, 2008


Today I am
as calm as my shoes
remorseful as my skirt

I wear them out
Tired of the closeness
of eyeless things
Where every sensation
returns to another
Held in this
by the heat
by the sound
This is not my hunger

This sleeplessness
like widening hands
This heaviness
of a weight never carried

Your kindness smothers
all but courtesy
I want to bite in half
the words which filled
my mouth
then spilled
They wont stop ringing

Solitude closes over them
They echo full-throated
to devour a truth

Thoughts circle
lips still
to touch
the skin
an idea
is held in