you make me want to lick the stars
Monday, October 29, 2012
cast iron
Staying anchored in sheets,
because the worry begs
to lift me when I leave.
Fear is knowledge unknown
and direction is knowledge
unspoken, unforgiven, cemented
between teeth and tear ducts.
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