poetry. if some say "ask to read" it's because they are going in my manuscript for grad school and I don't want them to think I copied them from the internet :-)
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
vicodin
sore ankles support a sack
of skin, scaly and saggy
and pulling on the bones
bent from the inside out--
intestines tangled up in the chest
alone like the tree-line
my attention is elsewhere
and i can no longer feel
the pain
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