Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Wrapped food. Are poems wrapped food?

Of course. Language is skin holding together that which is within. Within the within? Energy -- thought & gesture.

1 comment:

  1. warmth, the first thing she misses
    then the sound of earth in her hand

    anything else that follows is simply
    so terribly a gift that it is hard to name

    but the stairs newly polished
    give off a glare which she cannot ignore

    and so follows their ascent
    as if on a mission, obdurate, inclined