i weighed my tongue
against my eye. thick tongue,
long eye.
my heart broke the scale.
i thrust my finger and thumb
into my eye and plucked out
the seed of the iris.
i planted it in my heart.
the iris crystallized into sapphire
and fell apart, encrusting my ribcage
with gems. long tongue,
heavy heart.
the scale broke my heart.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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I like the horoscope motif. It adds a bit of intrigue. Your stuff is incredible. I want to see you send it to various poetry professors or creative writing professors around town.
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