Tuesday, April 19, 2011

awaiting the ruling

"accusing me of my life"*
thoughts stand trial
shoulds curl their fingers
around my throat
jagged nails
tearing thin skin
cells hyperventilating
the jury faces away
long dark hair tumbling in waves
palpable tension—
i slide my fingers over it
pressing into the pads
allowing it to penetrate my heart
viscous burgundy melting
down the sides of vessels
like ice cream on 100° asphalt



* quote from lucille clifton's "it was a dream"

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