Gingerly, I will weave a story
        a tightly-knit comforter of
        durable, supple strands
from these knots that entangle
and plague my stomach's walls.

And, if they continued to inquire
of my unravelling, you would ask:
Did they fail to witness these threads
that slowly choked and starved
her lungs? that stripped naked

her blinking heart?

08/24/2003

Author's Note: A tangent of my recent feelings.

Posted on 08/24/2003
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