Tuesday, April 1, 2014


We untie the knot 
we made out of our legs and arms,
and I realize I am holding a mirror.
The place you stand 
is a perch I know well.

I tell you what’s on my mind 
but the image is backwards,
and my words fall down on me
like the rain stumbling and stammering
while outside the storm is raging. 

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