Monday, January 18, 2016

Wars with the body that bore
me, very unsightly very dull

That one on the sofa
this one on the bed

running a race where the legs are frowning 
and the finish line is: you hurt me most!

The pressure in my forehead
the thin saliva in my mouth

from eating meals via spoon in 
jar scraping at the sludge

Somewhere in this brain there’s a thought
i mean, somewhere in this heart there’s a want

somewhere in this new year there’s my body
and a love that wants it unhurt 

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