A microscopic home.

this is a literary blog. i'm literate so i must have something to say. hopefully.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

create(d) wreckage


I.
The street runs parallel to my porch
an unbalanced beam in white lattice.
Under the front stairs the shadows
are tapestries by mid afternoon on the sand
and wood chips.


II.
I
am learning how to combat you in daylight

so when evening
fractures my skin in night
I will not come unhinged.

III.

I will not
splinter into fragments

onto which the mid afternoon can so easily

make tapestries of me.

1 Comments:

Blogger thinking girl said...

this is nice.

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