Saturday, January 18, 2014

weaker sex (or: victorious, she)

The hammer of this beauty
strikes sparks,
steals breath,
punches hard into walls
laid thick and deep,
brick by brick
around the careful intentions I articulate
word by word
in this story I have told
far back as I can think --
this tale of one...
this impenetrable Me.

Undone, I ravage volumes,
throw bricks and pages to the fire
and then write this humble verse,
hoping, perhaps,
for another,
deeper
break.

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