Monday, August 23, 2010

hour after hour

wind blows into windows
dances with clothes on the line
birds fly
back
and forth
from their nests
in search of some wild things
with which to fill a belly

I wake up
sheet marked
forlorn
red eyed
arching
leaning
staring into a box
pictures of toast
of muscles

remembering life.

we are two bodies
we are pilgrims
we are bigger than the sky
we are
feet shuffling


here I am
a dark street
a creaky step
a corner
a house
a wall
an old store window

a fire escape.

deface me.

I eat words
I memorize lips
I sort
sift
click
shift.

hour after hour


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