Tuesday, April 11, 2006

i'm sure everyone sees the light seeping out from between the cracks of my ribs i can't hold it in or the nubs of the wings i'm growing as they creep creep creep from the crevice of my shoulderblades every breath that fills my lungs pumps me full of the iron lightness of choice after choice after choice and you're holding me together with your bare hands again as i try to find us on this burning map

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this is great.
if you wrote this, then you write like a strange andre breton.

- j.