symmetry.
like a woman
weaving her hair
into the water
of a stream--
it flows dark
over rocks.
the arc of
her neck, the
trajectory of
a thought.
break me, break me open,
split down the centerfold like
rock.
i'm still
so close to
what you
made me. break me,
break me.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
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