Monday, August 29, 2011

near misses


there was a letter
the sound of teeth knocking together
in the space between high cheekbones
as if i forgot
how to scour below skin in your absence.


i fell asleep with my heart open
summer dulling the parts of me that just won't feel.
arms and then hips
open on skin

words too soon
and suddenly hear
i am right side on small squares of wood
my left side held
in your two hands.