Tuesday, January 23, 2007

new poem : ra/upture

the sky comes apart into birds
three leading the turns
during calisthenics

surprisingly these mark good times

the baby’s head hurts
her belly is warm
each wound she carries
an earthquake beneath my skin

already their disruptions show
how do we heal?

I hear a bell ringing

there is a god, female shouldered,
back slumped over
one side to the other
her fingers threading fissures together
pulling the nylon
slowly bringing those edges in

how I wait for that coming together

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