Friday, September 17, 2010

foreign objects

I’ve considered
Gutting myself.
Replacing each and every
Pink, smooth, functional part
With tired gears,
Chicken wires
And rusted strainers.
Eliminating some of the pressure
Of my misguided intuition.
Because this world has become a difficult thing to read-
No longer bound with familiar materials
Or printed in texts I’ve been
Trained to understand.
It’s unfortunate that my arms are so tired,
Because I know if I laced my fingers around all of
Your necks,
Your calm, sleeping faces
Would soothe me.
Let me breath a little deeper
And walk with a little less caution.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. I'm not sure "snotbubble" does justice. You almost make me want to read people's words again.

    Ps. Come eat my soup.