this is a gunshot
this is a gurgle,
this is the pull of skin on a knife
this is a howl, trapped
and twisting in the confines
of the sinuses
this is the knees, un-bent
this is the arms, unthrown
this is every hymn I ever cheated the sky
this is the bone scraped clean
and carved lying mute
Thursday, January 22, 2009
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