Monday, September 29, 2014

Crate













corners conspire to define my context, box
my use but not my purpose

I carry meaning outside of design

right angles bracket my body but
I delight in diagonals
and have seen curves in my dreams

when I wake to the whispering
traffic sounds of winds weaving
words through my body, wearing
memories of being someplace else

cut short by the clatter of my rolling
bones



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