hard noise

these are the softest carrots
this is the hardest noise
I do not find home in any
of this
only me
this is the coldest sun
in my family we are not allowed
on airplanes
we cannot lift off
we cannot sleep
without lighting 20
matches in bed
to take 3 drags
the sunglasses make the
sun brighter
the winter makes me so
hot and flushed
a pigeon wing with bone
under a tree
is more of me
than this hard noise
than this hard air
I can’t make sense of
my body hanging on
me as a shroud
clouds and blue sky
reflected in my
sunglasses lead me on

2 comments

  1. Scott Keeps Running · January 26, 2010

    triste, mais très belle

    Like

  2. LP · January 26, 2010

    merci

    Like

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