enough by Emily TongI can only write what's in me and
even that is
not enough. Ribbons upon ribbons of
papercuts would line
the edges of my eyes, neck, wrists, heart,
but I held back the traitorous
scissors. no, thank you, no
counseling for me; I would rather swim
my thousand miles of ocean
alone. a parasite, I,
causing my own predicament
merely by doing what I do
to survive.
and this is not enough.
the point is misleading, perhaps
it doesn't even exist.
so don't bother to analyze
a misconstrued heartbeat,
a thump in the wrong darkness. 07/20/2007 Posted on 12/03/2007 Copyright © 2024 Emily Tong
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