Friday, December 17, 2010

how easy is forgetfulness

"Her bones streak the night

like rising breath in the cold


as she evaporates

from your rooms and life.

photo: Nan Goldin

Why do you gaze in the mirror,

look grave and then smirk?

Something is caught under your nails.

Then it is gone."

~marge piercy


I want my bones back so badly it aches. why won't my body obey?

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