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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Poem #3


Can you feel a word
honey
before it leaves your mouth
smack
escaping into the air
bitch
where it can never go back?


Or a color, can it caress your eyes
red
with soft slender fingers
white
or great fat ones
yellow
that might gouge them out?


I can feel a word, deep inside my bones
stupid
when you whisper it to me
stupid
rattling inside my head
stupid
before I can shut it out and it all goes
black.