A microscopic home.

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

Monday, January 16, 2006

january: one (urgency)

drawn around the boughs of my body;
I cater to winter
only because it bullies
and I , merely superficial
must succumb to
its long-winded expressions.

the sun appears as though
it lost
it’s footing
under the grey clouds, thick with
hailstorms and crackling electrical glow.

the city aches estranged;

nighttime has descended like
layers of perma-frost in
where only those with
exaggerated heart rates
navigate with any success.

but I,

I lost my way in the stillness

drew burlap around the boughs of me

and withdrew


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