Sunday, December 09, 2007

Weight

Lighten up, he says.

She unzips her eyes
mouths the weightless silence
of butterflies.

Hand opens to reveal
the peach baby
drowsing in her fist.

All her programs are incomplete
photographs of damage and distortion.

Her backbone is laced to her face
as she turns
there is a spinal column -
skin in stitches.

How each thread pulls
its weight.

These are the messages of butterflies -
not light.

2 Comments:

Blogger Chris Never said...

These are the messages of butterflies -
not light.



I have a thing for butterflies you know.

unzip your eyes is an amazing line kid, just soo cool

1:11 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks

1:16 PM  

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