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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