Saturday, March 10, 2007

Poem #69 of 365

i'm not certain how you feel,
you're hard to read

i reach for your lifeline--
it bisects your palm.

it's hard to find when your hand
is a fist and your mouth
is a crushed-up cheeto's bag

a little air, a lot of noise.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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