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by firecracker

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-05-19 13:28:00

there are days that
    presstogether
like glass…
fused and
                     d
                     e
                     n
                     r
                     u
                     t
                     p
                     u

|j^am_me^d|_int^o|s_pac^es|
(where we both try to breathe)




            there are moments that

s
n  
a
k  
e
a  
l
o  
n
g  
in sick slowness
while the world grows louder




i would change it if i could
i would rearrange the months,
name the hours
if i thought it would help
i would bleed out and tear down
i’d forsake my name and shed my skin
apologize in careful tonguetips
if only i thought it would help
i would unlock myself and
flay these thoughts in front of you
i would
        if i thought it would help


but all i can do is hold this
in the palm of my hand



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there are days that
s t r e t c h on e   n    d    l     e       s       s
thick with confusion
a mimeograph(hpargoemim) of the one before


…and then there are days
that string together
like twenty-three silent gunshots
a collective aftershock
of waiting
counting
naming
a distance
measured in |l|i|n|e|s|
to discover the length of time
it takes
to fall apart
and come together
again.