Monday, December 22, 2014

some days

my email drafts hide gems
polishing wolf skulls
making sense from code
zettelkästen
reminding myself of the girl
the woman I once
will be

never mind. again.

my email drafts hide
gems
polished attempts at
skulls and bones
make sense through
coded writing -- memory
undone. the girl
the woman I once
was will be

I think. again.

my mail box hides the other
selfs
the writer poet
polished stones and
gleaming bones
they help me see the sense
in code in writing
for I am
and
will be
now.

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