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