She smiled nails
bare and bulging
from the molding,
when I was
building, flailing
my arms into
question-dark
spaces seeking
my tools, I caught
my skin on her
rust-lip tips, ripped
myself from elbow to
wrist, and screamed
myself to tear
her from the wall.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
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