for you i braid poems from broken glass
for you i brew perfect tea
from broken glass
you must hold your skirt in fistfuls, so.
you must not use those words
you must not use those words.
body being: both a country
and the language spoken there.
I like how your mind wanders.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Q, for saying it for me. Holly your freewrites are the best. "for you i braid poems from broken glass"--I'm going to be thinking that for the rest of the day.
ReplyDeleteYeah, this is why I gave you an award on my blog...
ReplyDeleteQ - Thanks, chica. I skipped a lot of the places my thoughts wandered over in-between stanzas, but.
ReplyDeleteJenica - Thank you!
geekspawn - *scuttles over to see*
mmmm this makes me feel right.
ReplyDeleteErin - and THAT makes me feel pleased.
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