the way chickens run is all shoulders
speed of the neck, no arms
the preposterous stillness of the grouse
eyeing me warily
my eyes telling yours secrets my mouth will never speak
peace pie, peach cobbler, peach fuzz everywhere
these are the last days of jumping into the river
take one step nearer, two steps back
to him and even You
i need You like the sun rays on my skin
and he is reading my face
he is translating my body
he is looking me in the eye,
but he can never know me,
this i know,
oh, help me tell the truth!
2 comments:
your words speak to me, although i wish i knew what was going on. i miss you friend. be strong.
i appreciate your ambiguity.
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