compounded.
2006-08-28 3:55 a.m.
one gust for all of the worldback inside me, collapsed and filed. i call
to order, "come out of hiding", but nature holds its tongue, begs me to finding
the good that doesn't seek me, doesn't come, arrives now bitten, and my fingernails, my heels reflect
the hours spent in worry. the street that knew my wheels now knows my body, and i am body still, so small and timid.
comfort in my bones, and my bones only know
how to shake against themselves in the light of these sore mornings, do not take me home - i am not ready.
sanctuary in my chest- oh, i breath out, put myself back into the city.