see it's like nothing how unfrail the wrist
**** pale with a couple of tan lines where
a used to bracelet
gold probably
flickers a hand
in out of an open window
i beneath
pass the spontaneous words of a mother
said by his father
and the whole vague riot of boyness
incised in bones
that wear eyes
that look up
and wonder
what kind of girl is on the other
end of a flickering hand
on a pale wrist
withtanlines
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
see it's like nothing how unfrail the wrist
**** pale with a couple of tan lines where
a used to bracelet
gold probably
flickers a hand
in out of an open window
i beneath
pass the spontaneous words of a mother
said by his father
and the whole vague riot of boyness
incised in bones
that wear eyes
that look up
and wonder
what kind of girl is on the other
end of a flickering hand
on a pale wrist
withtanlines
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