Influx-Outflux
my prosthesis
Sunday, August 26, 2007
what she does
she smiles
and my wings fall to pieces.
her dark hair
is the perfect negative to the
ochre sunset.
my knees go limp and I
crumble
just as the mountains will.
i fall to the sand
and it forms to my imperfections-
something not many can do.
1 comment:
TessAdelle
said...
i love this.
August 27, 2007 at 5:07 PM
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i love this.
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