i.
how i close the door
and loosen the leash
wrapped around my voice
has almost become normal.
i force the form of my body
like showers of rain into the earth
that the bed is;
it creaks
and i
barely listen to the silence that follows
anymore.
ii.
how you sit at a desk
with forgetful hands
to make it easy
has almost remained an art.
the japanese
clip leaves, the edge of stems,
and for goodness sake -
no less than three, no more than five
please!
they polish the inner life of a vase
with the same
delicacy
as you stroke the contour of yourself
and clip my name off your toenails.
iii.
the distance
opens her mouth
ready for
dinner.
teeth glitter,
there’s proof of that
on our frostbitten
lips -
how we sniffed a guitar,
amused ourselves,
fought over the bill and you
selling me to a new lover
was more than a dream.
iv.
i still taste
the underworld of your skin -
a touch of flint
inside me
v.
we will meet
again.
vi.
and again.
vii.
years tie us
with lace
like we’ve never known
before
viii.
helps me to sleep at night.
Author notes
Nov. 15, 2008
piggyback.
A contest entry
- something to believe in. by aanika.
1000 points, ended November 26, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honesty.
Comments
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This...
wow...
I can't even begin to explain how beautiful this is. My chest aches, and I can't breathe. You definitely outshined me with this piece, lol. I love it, and I'm bookmarking it!!
♣ Tegan -
oh god.
this is brilliant.
my heart actually hurts right now.
i can't even choose a favorite part.
thank you so, so much. -
Bookmarking!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This is beautiful
- I love the short-longness of it - with the wistful wishing for time to just hurry up and get there - the toenails bit was yucky, but perfect for the poem 
my favorite part was the lace - it made me think of a scrapbook/photo album 
... stunning write honey 
I wish you the best in the contest!
Keep writing
Polly
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