Tuesday, April 23, 2013

If I Were as Persistent as Shame


Seeds once encased, begin to unfold
And I watch again a heart burst, in its bold
assumption of deserving love

As if to erase and start anew
Preemptive to the season

In temporary pools of melting ice
A cancerous spring 

This canopy is closing and starving oxygen
around my red and worn mind

How to own the word, than be the forest,  than be the life
Climb the limbs and shout over the leaves

I am told not to speak down
I am told that time heals all

My orange, bulbous womb
At midnight I birth Shame, know her name
I shout her over the trees   

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