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1/26/2011

Finger Dance

Her hands are ribboned
each finger a tiny bud
blooming themselves
and shedding layer by layer.
They are their own rain cloud
watering themselves with thick drops,
putrid red paint-lets.
They move themselves down ladders
stains of ache on the rungs:
Holding,
Gripping,
Fisting,
and Guarding
All preoccupied with supper,
hosted by crooked teeth,
where they are the meal.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

This is very unique! good work, dear. x

Melee said...

This is extremely fascinating!