December 4, 2011
awoke to a lynching
...
soft articulations:
these textures
curl up
to the hour
like lovers
like bodies
within bodies--
my skeleton
softening
my sinew
slips unto the floor:
throat to thighs
thighs to ears
like curving
I am
here
to be folded
into the floor
unto the floor
softening:
one long rope
December 3, 2011
Keith Puccinelli
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