Dislocated fingers
mold figures in the dust
on old photographs, discolored
by setting suns
Their edges melt; dripping memories
that burn your knuckles
until you open your fists
and he slips from your hands.
like a film, unwinding
into fragmentary pictures
in your mind,
the only place he still exists
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
Dislocated fingers
mold figures in the dust
on old photographs, discolored
by setting suns
Their edges melt; dripping memories
that burn your knuckles
until you open your fists
and he slips from your hands.
like a film, unwinding
into fragmentary pictures
in your mind,
the only place he still exists
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