please say something
honest and pleasant,
out of character.
this is my forte, asking
for that which you don't have.

i dropped a swollen comment
of proposal. your grimace
speaks leather-bound vespers,
and i can barely contain
the familiar sense of loss.

captured images that i place
in straight frames and hang
on the bare walls of home -
they don't really pretend
to be as much as i hope.

my will to swallow it all
so nothing can escape
has become a crusade, wholly
encompassing with knitted,
grasping fingertips.

12/20/2007

Posted on 12/20/2007
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