they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, May 12, 2008

covering bruises.

i have these bruises
on awkward places
like my heart --
stuck in far corners
like those fake cobwebs you decorate with
on halloween.

and most times, these bruises --
these spots of old soreness and pain --
are quiet.

and i forget they're there

until something unrelated to the original wound
strikes the bruise
with a hammer's blow
and then, all at once, a rush of emotion
and fear
and longing
and this feeling of smallness
overtakes me.

but just know that it's not always you
or your words
or small offenses
that create the spillage of buckets of tears
or the boiling bubbling pain
it's not always you

and so i continue
to wrap each bruise
in delicate lace
and satin
and in the most beautiful cashmere sweater
because each day with you
heals wounds i don't think i knew
i had.


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