collarbones unveil themselves
their art is made with fists-
the space behind the target is where the blow lands.
the even keel of the shipbones
is gone. their gait through water now tilted.
the piano gnashes its teeth.
this word tastes milky, it thinks. just like
birth goes in reverse, bones are softened
our bodies are backed up with babies
life is inside now.
their art is made with fists-
the space behind the target is where the blow lands.
the even keel of the shipbones
is gone. their gait through water now tilted.
the piano gnashes its teeth.
this word tastes milky, it thinks. just like
birth goes in reverse, bones are softened
our bodies are backed up with babies
life is inside now.
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Have you checked out the Writers' Anonymous Group yet?
Oh, and I'm in a rut because of certain roommates. You'll never believe the plot twist on this one: It actually got worse!
Everyone has told me the same about DTES... And I saw examples of the community there, too.
You miss Montreal? Did you live here? Or just visit?
Oh, and that picture in your last journal is gorgeous.