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20 de Septiembre 2008
on second thought
this is the poem i put here and then took down but now i think it isn't quite as violent as it once was so you can have it back.
"i know i would apologize
if i could
see your eyes
cuz when you showed me myself, you know,
i became someone else..."
Home-things ::
I find nails rusting like heartbreak
and giving way to the slow steady sanding,
patching time and crime and punishment holes in the wall
first I smooth off
the first layer, then I see
a line in the second layer:
as wide as a grain of sand.
i think about you and whisper to myself
about all that insulates, me,
it could have been yours.
But like a murderer,
I do
the time
when the heartbreak ache is home improvement.
And to escape
I burn off my fingerprints
(the first layer, then I see
a line in the second layer:
as wide as a grain of sand.)
Over the sound of a squirrel rustling in the attic I recommend the story of you-
how I lost myself:
"If he has a tattoo on his arm
hopefully its just three backward sounds
that way, when I reach to hold him,
to use him
to steady myself, by the feel of soft skin and ink stretched over the sweet strength of life and limb
I feel, the ancient word,
grace, under my thumb."
All the while thinking
There was grace in the skin as I held it--
burning away who I was--I was
unafraid
to be unidentifiable--
(the first layer, then I see
a line in the second layer:
as wide as a grain of sand.)
Now I feel
differently:
a thumb tack slides, silent, like divine intervention,
it glides through the white space
atop a photo of your face and I press so hard
the knuckle, not the print, strains under the pressure
of holding onto you.
helpful | By crymytinyflood | 10:52 AM
Comments
thank you, unsolicited encouragement is always welcome here!
Posted by: skinny tree at 29 de Septiembre 2008 a las 05:34 PM
i stumbled onto this blog quite randomly, but it's a wonderful surprise. i wanted to tell you (and clearly, you know this somewhere) that no poem is ever too violent to share.. life imitates art. some columinist said good art should provide counsel for the soul. and this does. you can surely write. and you should certainly continue.
Posted by: m at 22 de Septiembre 2008 a las 09:52 AM
