inside myself
I never know
what to grasp
for—what I
will find. A buried
memory of
discovering death?
Boney fragments
of limitations
of limitations
Tenuous sinews
of failed potential
of failed potential
Bulbous cancers
that I can never shake
that I can never shake
Convulsive passions
occasionally embraced
occasionally embraced
The muscles are tight
a snug fit inside this place not much room to breathe
anymore, suffocating
from inside out.
from inside out.
12/4/10
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