Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Queen Anne's Lace

Shadow: here

internalizing barbed wire
wrapped with circular
coherence
around your brain.

The durability of youth
must’ve forgotten
to cast it’s light
upon you.

A softer, westward storm –

perhaps in the wake
of further division;

we’re splitting decimals now

fractions of coagulated
bean residue
hardened and encrusted
on the rim
of the bowl

in the dishwasher

that never runs.

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