Saturday, December 11, 2010

St. Damasus I


I walked to the edge

and stepped out onto the ice.


it was like the end of a sentence

of a blustering white paragraph.


I’ve forgotten how to use

punctuation in my speech,


so I just stop. I scratch my ear.

I pull cherries out of my blouse


and toss them onto the white.

I came here to ask something,


but it is too quiet and I am

too close to falling through.

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