obdurate, ******
he fastened twine
tied to tarsals
around my
ventricles,
closed off
the vena cava
i am blue
in the breastbone
empty blood
can't reach
the lungs
but
i am equipped
with the tools
to deal with this
animal instinct
to fight off
infection
or to let it in
and cradle
me every
night at
2
when you
wake to
make sure
you haven't
missed
the tug at your toes
or
the platelets & plasma
or
a warm wavelength --
a chance to record a dream
you lost in rising
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
obdurate, ******
he fastened twine
tied to tarsals
around my
ventricles,
closed off
the vena cava
i am blue
in the breastbone
empty blood
can't reach
the lungs
but
i am equipped
with the tools
to deal with this
animal instinct
to fight off
infection
or to let it in
and cradle
me every
night at
2
when you
wake to
make sure
you haven't
missed
the tug at your toes
or
the platelets & plasma
or
a warm wavelength --
a chance to record a dream
you lost in rising
real this time // good in the end
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