Wednesday, July 24, 2013


I remember when I was all
Wire and feathers
Bird-boned and spry.

Hunger hollowed out my belly,
Sunk my in my cheeks,
Set deep brown eyes.

There was a grinding on my mind
From the time I woke up
Running hands down my
Horizontal frame
To the time I slipped back
Into the only sweet
Release I had,

Brittle hair
Swirling toward the drain.
so thin,
The wind could blow
Right through me,

Lifting up each spoonful
Leaden. Heavy.

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