"onit" poems
big, pale, spider wrist a
with an old man onit
who in its legs lays
a notlikeoldmen
young girl (5maybe6or) 's
hand, which he tells, "dear,"
about how, "when I was a
younger man, and the world
a bit slower, pirouetted, a fraction
of youth whitely
with me and dear
someday
you'll
be someone's wife. who'll love you
and dear, you will be beautiful
when I, like now, your hand in my hand,
shall walk
you to him down between the real
prettiest fountain of petals
from your family cast
by hands that bore you
to this moment and pass you
into his
.dear, I on that day, will cry
and laugh."
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 5:20 AM UTC