Wednesday, January 24, 2007

s_lie d

applause no more
than the need to migrate

standing, sitting
because no decide

could manage, could
sensing

the way sandpaper
on skin makes static

consolidated ___ (debt?)
(a pile of lives?)

looking away there
is the door

flesh on barbed wire
a handless gesture

where one sphere
slides through another

silvered circles glinting
like another world is possible

2 comments:

harry k stammer said...

Michelle, just noticed your entry on as-is this morning and browsed your poetry blog... very good stuff...

cheers, harry

Michelle Detorie said...

thank you!

is this real?