Monday, June 6, 2011

Morning Poem

Woke up dry and fractured.
All moisture seeped out
Body and breasts and belly
are a bay or a river bed dried up.
Crackling with dead fish
and clams that are too afraid to open their mouths.
Patience in the mouth of a barnacle.
Body emptied of tensile strength.
A flattened out hierarchy of discomfort
awkward like a pachyderm in a party dress.

1 comment:

  1. ooh this reminds me of this poem

    the contrast of flow and dryness