Dec 2012
You can go anywhere in the world*
A thousand lies
written on your back,
cursive between your shoulder blades,
Ts left uncrossed.
Falling into the arch of your back
between left and right,
ditch of a spine
pooling with arguments.
Staple you together,
try to make a V.
I’ll write a poem about you,
embroider it into the pocket
of a thrift store cardigan.
The wet pavement will add
a stanza to your palms.
Cheap perfume made with
the empty spaces of melodies.
Scents of vibrato.
Encoded messages
missing number 19.
*and see nothing at all
A thousand lies
written on your back,
cursive between your shoulder blades,
Ts left uncrossed.
Falling into the arch of your back
between left and right,
ditch of a spine
pooling with arguments.
Staple you together,
try to make a V.
I’ll write a poem about you,
embroider it into the pocket
of a thrift store cardigan.
The wet pavement will add
a stanza to your palms.
Cheap perfume made with
the empty spaces of melodies.
Scents of vibrato.
Encoded messages
missing number 19.
*and see nothing at all
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