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grande non-fat latté with four sugars and a dash of cinnamon

by Brynn Dizack

after shattering
backbone bent and
reconstructed into circle
follow this for hours
it will eventually lead you to
is the only thing
tattooed on her & when
people ask her what it means
she just shrugs & shoots arrows and harpoons
into the
whale-shaped sorrows that
breach the still air silently around
her ears
her eyes
her wrists

wondering if
she still looks the same when
nobody is watching

sipping corporate coffee
between mittened fingers mute &
dumb flipping gloved thumbs through newspapers on the subway

this situation
is fairly equal to the one
you and i are
drowning in
the last time i
atelifesavers was high school and
i never finished moby dick.


Posted on 02/17/2003
Copyright © 2022 Brynn Dizack

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anita Mac on 02/19/03 at 03:36 PM

It's okay, but I think there's too much Ani, not enough Itha.

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