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Friday, March 19, 2010

For safekeeping

 
This is a poem I wrote on the train home from a reading in NYC one weekend. For some reason I decided it would be interesting to trace the outline of my ticket and then write a poem inside the box it made. This is what I came up with:
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Whittle it away,
stacked in piles of shavings
and carried to just the right spot;
barely visible. But:
it gleams like a July-girl’s smile
refracted to distortion
through rocking horse windows
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Paul Simon, You Can Call Me Al
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3 comments:

  1. lisaMarch 19, 2010 at 1:19 PM

    this is fantastic. i shared it on my blog. i credited/linked back to you. :]

    http://starlightandpoison.tumblr.com/post/459134271/whittle-it-away-stacked-in-piles-of-shavings

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  2. sam ciceroMarch 19, 2010 at 2:42 PM

    Cool rhythm on this thing here.

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  3. Zach A.March 20, 2010 at 6:34 PM

    Lyrical.

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