December 2008
8 posts
fractures part one (sonnet form).
i’m never blamed. i pointed knobby joints
at gravity’s want of myself in tree
bones (maybe out of). you said, “don’t acquaint
yourself with rocks and soil.” don’t agree:
because i am the younger, and because
i am no scientist today, and where
were you? i nicely asked: “please, leave the house,”
and where were you when my bones splintered?...
fractures part two (freeform).
i’m never to blame, pointing my knobby joints
at tree bones cracked, arthritic,
it’s skin peeling from the sun.
gravity pulled my limbs to the ground.
i’m sorry i didn’t listen. you said, i think:
“please, don’t acquaint yourself with the dust,
rocks, soil. look at your fingernails!
footprints through the door!” sorry, i think,
but i disagree....
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension,...”
– Anais Nin
well, at least some good things came out of sunday night. we’re beautiful.
i wish i remembered writing.
the way we listen: i forgot the words as they passed through your lips. lined lips, smooth, your consonants. can I borrow your vowels, your adjectives? the letters leave my fingertips warm as you write my reaction, as you put the words together like puzzle pieces, placing them gingerly upon table tops. question the shape of my mouth, read the lines of my lips, and i’ll leave you in my bookshelves....
my fambly is so pretty. :>
