In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks


Sunday, January 26, 2014

Poem: No New Day

The days return 
familiar moments
eyelashes point at paper
no words can dance on
flower faces open
look inside the window
fingers weave the story of us
a braided rug used to 
cover the blemish

On my shoulder you perch
squawk as a chore, 
as a word to cross off

Your kiss is a temporary tattoo
placed onto my flesh with spit


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