Thursday, December 23, 2010

St. John of Kanty (patron of Poland)


rock me like

an empty swing.


the only place

I’ve ever lost

my teeth is in

this pond.


love is murky.

I found it

limping


somewhere

in this cold.


I had forgotten

what it feels like


to fall on the ice,

to bruise my shins,


to come home to a bed

full of smoke.


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