ladyparts

When all else fails us…

We turn to words, corralling.

// few

Now is the time for gravity.

the weight of space (glowing.)

Time

rolling it’s long and slen­der tongue;

Watch it.

.

It must have been the smells of dinners

mile after  mile

one after another

cush­ion­ing all-the-anger-that-could-have-been.

.

The impos­si­ble smallness

–enor­mity–

of office gestures,

point­ing to boards

.

we wit­ness.

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1. I’m watch­ing.

   Comment by alisha — February 24, 2009 #

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