a normal night

Posted: September 22, 2008 in Poetry
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everyday feels like spring
because before bed i am wet
and morning breezes soothe me
for the first time

everyday feels like spring
the wood smells rank
the weeds dense blankets
and the birds are pecking

the worms slither close
birdsong melts into cricket
crickets hoot like owls
and then back to light cooing

people visit but no one stays
people apologize and leave
they drop bundles of regret
and dead weight on my chest

my splintered back splits
my hair tangles deeper in dirt
my nails thorn apart
and i bleed vines of flowers


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