Saturday, March 2, 2013

SHEETS LIKE SILK, TONGUE NEVER WORKS

"how does she feel underneath
the skin of your bed sheets?"
i wanted to ask him from the
day he was born, but he
never said anything at all.
so i kept my silence inside my lips.

swallowing my mute self, i am
freed from him. turning over
into the eyes from above, singing:
"freedom! freedom!
oh glorious freedom!"

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