Sunday, February 20, 2011

Leaping From Impossibility Into

I fling myself
        this way and that, you may understand
     this flinging
this smashed, this one note that repeats (when)
        I tell myself to cry on cue but then I step
     backward

        I stop
     backward

so much to push away / this inconsistent
      ache
        I spill

but your timing is always

impeccable

the pressure required to release

this inconsistent

skin