the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Day 53: Counting the Joker

Here is one more ephemeral blow,
Raps upon a door locked from the inside.
It peels the glue from my skin;
I hope it helps me see my true side
Picked at, hiding under a scab.
My bones are a garland of pearls
Fragile as such, they are draped in
Sinews and teenage promises.
Here is one more arrowless bow
That struck at your hearts
For what you did not know.

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