i feel strong today.
like the off-balance roll from blankets
into shoes that rested on the cold
wood floor all night.

running water over red hands
and sliding into eyeliner and car keys.
making slow movements
until the morning has pressed by, caressed.

i am fastened in loop, the repetition of being
infatuated with a disease that sloughs off
bits of skin and passions.
this hour, into the minute, presenting

all of this tangible nonsense to you.
sophisticate of dollars and yellow
on hangers, wrinkles that lie in rows
on the floor of the cheap wall closet.

every sunrise that tugs me into a vertical
is also pulling me out of that reach -
the soft, sweat-filled arm full
that i have been ultimately added up to.

04/02/2007

Posted on 04/02/2007
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