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Posted on January 17, 2011 | Posted In: Poems | 1 CommentDigital clocks are too quiet
For my silence
Which is currently pervasive
Drawn out on thick currents of breath whisping like tides
From my lips.
I need clocks that tick and measure
That loft explanations into the air
And strike its surface like a tuning fork. My analog…
Posted on January 17, 2011 | Posted In: Poems | No CommentsWhen he spoke to you that way
The way that made your eyelashes curl inward
Pinching in like the rigid splayed legs of a crushed lady bug
He plucked a bright seed from within you
And pinched it tightly between his thumb and forefinger.
It was absent minded, but his…