1. 11:20 7th Sep 2010

    Tags: my poetry

    value and acclaim

    the girth of lives saved, tears wiped, babies smiling - the fruition of a good samaritan at work. the worthiness of biceps and triceps taut like ripe melons on bones and of ink on chest and back, labeling your code of conduct for those in front of and behind you in line at the grocery store. dismissed like the soft smell of evening hours and the notion that girls look most beautiful upon waking, the paper on my lap rustles, reading itself. this is worthy, isn’t it? this is the way to spend my time. it’s not saving a life, but someday, it might. until then, the babies and adolescents and divorcees keep crying and i wonder what the tears caught in crevices on their cheeks taste like and what color bedding welcome them at night.