Sunday, January 31, 2010

lockets

I enclose a window just for your face. There are lockets all over my body. 
In my railroad skeleton you perch at your position on my spine. If each archive of every person i have known perches on my spine, like birds on trees-limbs, than the weight is unbearable. Who carries a spine of birds? Who holds on to each weighty chirp and forgets goodbye? 

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