songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

BACK AWAY

BACK AWAY FROM THE PRICKLY POET

I had the room to myself   mere seconds ago –

But now that    I    am here    people scurry  in

to figure out    why       I think it worthy

 

I did   before they arrived    But now I must

survive   their trying not to  stumble into me           

Like at the beach   when they close in on   you

 

All white skinned with red speckles creeping into cracks    and the scratching begins

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Winter  2012

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