Monday, October 25, 2010

Sts. Crispin and Crispinian (patrons of cobblers, leatherworkers, and tanners)

I had a mouth full

of berries and they all

burst open when

my head hit the window.

the juice rolled down my chin

and settled in the crevice

of my collarbone.

I waited for the car to flip.

this wasn’t an accident,

but just a way to see the world

from the bottom of the ravine.

I imagined your face

and what it would look like

in this very moment,

which is the best part

of being a twin.

my own fear is there

staring straight back at me.

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