Aug 29, 2005 11:43
the glass beads weighed heavily on her chest.
she liked it this way,
so that when she breathed in deeply
she would feel the strain of her body
as if she had been out running in the cool fall air
and had forgotten to breathe till that very instant
when the glass beads forcibly pressed into her chest
and she strainedstrainedstrained to live.
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and he calls me.
and my eyes move into that joyous wide expression
that comes from hearing his voice -
low like gravel driveways,
and john cage.