Saturday, July 31, 2010

Pins and Need


the pin drops

what life sounds like here 

without those grainy fingers attached to those restless palms attached to those lanky arms attached to your brain

sweat pools on my forehead for loss of words; the way you strung them in the hallway; the way your smell lingers 

not always a pin

sometimes a pair of scissors falling on cold tile, echoes my discomfort

or the magnetic strum you plucked from my private inside


(Inspired by the photography and blog works of Michael Mundy)

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful... the way you write invites me into your memories like an honored guest.


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