a lolling melody a memory a soliloquy
somewhere, I creep out
of
a dark room, a closet, the space under my mattress and
establish reestablish my feet on planks

my calloused big toes pointing in to each other. Somewhere,
someone must wonder where my hiding spot lay, the giant
crack zoom in on a girl, some girl, me
squatted in a laundry
basket full


of battered jeans of stretched out underwear of crepe thin
scarves the dead limbs of fallen shirt soldiers
entwined.
in mine.
Unwind.

and I'm free.

11/14/2008

Posted on 11/14/2008
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