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Posted in Uncategorized by m.snowe on January 15, 2009

Crawling on my floor,

reaching underneath the bed

trying to find that old notebook, my arm

was strained and then

there was another ache.

Cursing my bruise you found another way

to creak the joints.

Tinkering with muddled skeins

I push you out and you are knotted up

across a psychic umbilical–

there’s some strange succor in

hating that twisted monologue.

Wean and feed and bleed out all the extra;

lullaby the lies and wait for patience

some time will make a whole and separate self.