you knot yourself into bows around my fingers
reminders that
we are all growing up
all of us
sometimes when I look at you
you are transparent
I can see the anxious hiding
in your nervous system
your spine bruises your skin
like your hips stab through your
surface tension
shoulderblades knife your back open
you are only a little afraid
of dying from exposure
your bones are hollowed places
because you peck at your plate
like a sparrow,
you probably will be
remembered as some sort of bird saint
your bones are hallowed places
you chirp
mock-happy
in the text glow between my fingers
happy is a game of make-believe now
like when we were kids in the canyon
behind your house
and suddenly we were no longer children
but birds
with flightless shoulders and skinned knees
you are the rubber band
wrapped small around my wrist
reminders that we are all growing up
all of us
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Of what I've seen, this is your most emotive poem, I think. You've left me deep in thought.
ReplyDeleteThis depresses me. I love the line "in the text glow between my fingers"
ReplyDeleteI cried when I wrote it. My favorite line is "your bones are hallowed places" because I like puns.
ReplyDeleteNow that I think about it, the two sentences I just wrote are inappropriately juxtaposed.
At least things are improving. I can't wait to hear your new and improved version of this poem; it's one of my favorites. The stanza: that starts "happy is a game of" really hits hard..
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