Body Forgets

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Lay, rest, bury yourself
in warmth, and be kindly
against the woods.

Stinging fingertips on errands,
dodging and handling, hurting
and cold; almost warm.

Open jacket, colored and huge,
dancing past, sustained
in the absence of others,

responsive to touch, any
touch that means rightly;
it soon seems light + troublesome.

Sitting wholly cold and sleeping
and growing colder with dreams
a long ways away.

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