I. Appelquist (iris_on_fire) wrote, @ 2006-02-14 11:53:00

sang-froid
again not any kind or type of
otherness may afford me the space i need
to reconcile the misdeed done.
yet, though, except i find the
break quite open and willing to be
delineated, dissected, plied with focal
strategy...so,
then, at that - going to get gone and stay
no matter the number of
paces taken in the leaving. my
heart has no shape, has no corners,
and sewing wrong things into it
the day chuckles with heavy breath over
my wince.
and then what may i be able or
willing to see through the cloud of pricks
coming at me, the pangs mold into fog that
one could cut with a spoon, but begs for knives.

as am i.

Post a comment in response:

From:		Anonymous
		Username:
		Username:  Password:  Login?
Subject:	No HTML allowed in subject
	No Image
	Don't auto-format:
Message:	Enter the security code below. Allowed HTML: <a> <abbr> <acronym> <address> <area> <b> <bdo> <big> <blockquote> <br> <caption> <center> <cite> <code> <col> <colgroup> <dd> <dd> <del> <dfn> <div> <dl> <dt> <dt> <em> <font> <h1> <h2> <h3> <h4> <h5> <h6> <hr> <i> <img> <ins> <kbd> <li> <li> <map> <marquee> <ol> <p> <pre> <q> <s> <samp> <small> <span> <strike> <strong> <sub> <sup> <table> <tbody> <td> <tfoot> <th> <thead> <tr> <tt> <u> <ul> <var> <xmp>