Saturday, July 17, 2010

Sixteen Carmelite Martyrs of Compiegne

I waited all day

for a storm that

never arrived.

the phone swung

from its cord

off of the cradle

the windowsills

sagged, and humidity

stopped all the doors

from closing.

I cut the air

with the largest knife

I could find.

it sliced clean open.

I never expected

it to cry.

it was full

of stars.

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