because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

unapologetic

wild horses

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this is weregild for a crime never acknowledged, for
the piece of me stolen but never reported missing,
a momentary antidote threaded through
the pulse of the year’s dying
to feed feeling back into numbed fingers and
assuage the inquiet in the hollow place
just to the right of where my heart beats,
where if you put your ear close enough you
can still hear the roar and swell of the ocean,
hungry.  each wave as it crashes devastating
over me i will take and
take, losing shoreline with each
breath, hoping to find in the rush of a moment or
a brush of skin something
akin to going home.

One response

  1. So glad you are posting agian..
    I love this one..Well I love all your stuff…
    Perfect

    October 29, 2009 at 11:26 am

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