Tuesday, October 26, 2010

bending space and time

there are spaces of time
days even
when all I do
when I pass a mirror
is glare into my own eyes
and think of
horrible horrible mean nasty things
that I would say
to no one in particular

and other times
I stand on top of my furniture
and stretch
my hands to the ceiling
until my fingers
bend backwards
and think about
eating ice cream
with bare hands
off of the tabletop

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