Wednesday, June 9, 2010

St. Ephrem

I have my reasons

for unraveling

this tapestry,

for letting the yarn

pool at my feet.

I want an ocean

so I can float to safety

on my own flood.

Cities are submerged

one by one and I

can’t remember

the last time I didn’t

see water through my window,

or hear it creeping in

from beneath the doorframes.

I walk through salt

to reach you.

The waves touch my thighs

as if they want to get to know me.

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