Apr 15, 2005 16:25
(sleeping on it)
i see fear crawling on the carpet
out of the corner of my eye
grey dust spider scuttles under a chair
my neck on a string,
two pins or lines
my head held tight bysinew of chin
i can pull my skin from my ear to my throat with the turn of my jaw
five hundred muscles curled
a yawn is an exercise like twinge