by Daniel Porder
My eyelids flicker,
crossing out
the light. I sink
into a flat embrace.
Shadows slip
down my cheeks,
snag on my lips.
I trace a wave
at the blue ceiling.
The world
blared like a guitar
all morning.
Now I turn
the volume low.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
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