lookinme

15 January 2006

sharp games with knives

eating something out of a can, god knows what
probably mercury, fell asleep
woken by rain drops
on my face and roof.
plans changing over bread
and who we miss, should or
shouldn't let go, anything
brightly overhead: a mess.
board games, billiards, clever
ways of winning back face
or steak knives, one or two
more days we'll go
sailing or (verb). sharp
the way light hits glass
the way parents yell
when everything falls apart
like snow.

1 Comments:

  • trevor.
    i dont know what to think about this one. it seems sort of forced and sort of tragic. is this about that scar on your hand?

    By Blogger Elizabeth, at 6:10 PM  

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