1. 14:14 10th Sep 2010

    Notes: 3

    Tags: my poetry

    dark room exposures

    your eyelashes against my nose i wonder if you can see all the faces hiding within my tear ducts, all the letters and numbers, words and dates, the splitting and restitching of stomachs and hands and eyes. i wonder if you could dip your lashes into the crevices, small and soft and pink, like the tender flesh under a fingernail clipped too short; watch memories spin by like a bruise fading then blossoming, backwards, the ending first - i survived, i’m still here; there’s no need to hold my middle and keep my ribs together, bound, like the twigs of a mother’s loving bird’s nest.

     
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