Through My Teeth
words I push through my tooth, tooth, teeth.
Monday, May 19, 2008
In girlhood I would wake
to feel the sun upon my cheek
a rosy blush
I only thought
would come to rush
when the bath ran too hot.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Stalling
ripe fruit fall fast parch red ground
bend slow tips reach knees low bound
pearl hair old back late crisp grass
rot pear old bones wait not found
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