"hairborn" poems
I never knew or thought or felt like
my body was eternal like a cloud
I held my hand in my hand and waved sloppily
I am beating a drum hard as a heart
or like soft tissue perhaps that you
wrap around a vein or something
I am skinborn and boneborn and hairborn
Just water and air I guess
lined up so I can look at the
sky and wish it was below me
or within me
Kite-tongued or painted-lipped I thought
maybe my face my head was above my body
against ice or seafoam like a pulse
but I held onto my teeth and nose and eyes for so long
Dagger-ribbed or bullet-spined
moving on a field of nothing
like a field of something while
while my matter is so simple and nothing
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 11:08 AM UTC