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By inthiscity Date: 2006 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2006.07.01.18.42.15215]] |
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I wait here, watching my fingers unravel like sweaters until my hands are gone. Soon I will be armless, but I do not have to confess. Not while I walk with invisible footsteps. When I look in a mirror it's with one eye shut, keeping my flaws flat and smooth. But to them I protrude and spill over. They see edges and angles I can no longer bear. To me these are weapons, and I wish them dusty soon. He sees me as perpendicular the way I curve my vulnerable points. So I bend and he smiles, knowing this is the love they talk about. Hoizontal, we bend apart from each other at the knees. In the face of this my linear pursuits mean nothing. So I say. They lack the curves, and I like bending over backward for a good cause like understanding how to keep the shape of this. Soon I will be harmless. |