hands are talking
a poet posting.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Unwind.
I lie down, make a different form. Spreading breasts, thighs, fingers. They disperse amongst the linen.
I may rest.
I make a rule. When I roll over and I reform,
I will break it.
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