See here? This is no-man's land.

I have been empty for days,
desolate for weeks and my eyes are grey
the way the walls and floor and sky
are grey. The way the skyscrapers jutting
up from concrete like cacti from sand
are grey. The way skin and hair,
tooth and nail are grey (grey).

Tousled hair, sweat, sheets twisted tightly
between fingertips and this map of me,
rest in the dipping valley of my abdomen,
trace the tiny mountains of bone, skin
stretched tightly over sternum, ribs
and spine. Just a breath, a dust storm,
seconds, then hours pass and nothing changes.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust and I,
I have set myself on fire and am
waiting to burn.

05/22/2008

Posted on 05/22/2008
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