Wednesday, December 29, 2004

poem : paper walls

Ya Vez and I broke up at the same time of the tsunami in Asia - we both agreed it seemed the world was ending

paper walls

how the hand can reach into another room
palm against the textured wall

some hands aren’t as telepathic
feel no trigger of heat
during the pacing of floorboards
the cadence of vibrations toward the walls

one finger is damaged in making a phone call
and another still able to point out
the bad word used in place of please

damaged the tendons of the palm
the structure of the house
when a country on the other side of the world collapses

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