Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Las hojas que faltan (Now Knowing More) (revised a bit)

Knowing full well my own story
before I knew a thing
he laid
in me a want
that sunk my arm
like a smallpox vaccine scar.
It bloomed.
There's a universe of ache
and desire in me
that I cannot itch out.

Later he dropped me.
Hung glass
under my feet.

Now, I'm terribly careful as a glassblower,
afraid of breaking
any piece of anything
and releasing the torrential heat inside it.

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