November 15, 2006

you can’t miss

there are times
when i lose metaphor completely-
when words bow out and all
i’ve got is this knowledge
absolute
that the curve of your back
against the open windowframe
matches exactly the ragged inhale of my breath;
when “like” or “as” is not a
substitute for should
or shouldn’t
and your nearness locks my tongue
to the roof of my mouth.

this isn’t personal, it’s political:
i’m waging a war
to keep my body
out of your bed.

soil and steel.

November 16, 2006

thanks. i was in a car accident and havent written in a LONG time. its so hard comming from a dry spell, ive done it by accepting im going to hate everything i write until im back in the swing of things. and- its good to see youre still around. happy writing.