Thursday, December 07, 2006

the bowl

a place where I had no hips, only
two twigs fused together with glue.

gutters rushing crimson. eyelet
underwound, scrimmed twine

where there was a spool. Winter.
the blind that is not unseeing, not

held wool. no hands. only glasses
littered with snow. Two twigs

tied in a bow, around which
there is a blue

1 comment:

Jessica Smith said...

yay! i like this one

is this real?