Saturday, June 21, 2014

It's the Set of Your Shoulders

I can't stand
not from behind
the scenes as I am anymore
the silence in my apartment
only words spoken to cats
you used to pet but
the last time you
came over they just
got sick at your feet
I am vomiting screams
that echo nowhere
but my sternum
empty of equilibrium
I create situations now
where I always stand
in the front just so I can
run if their shoulders
seem to square like yours

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