Wednesday, August 02, 2017

Wild Needle Raindrops

Wild Needle Raindrops

It rained inside the bedroom.
Outside these sea walls

the day is a hot red knot.
My body fills up with wet nouns.

Silence has a light-blue Spanish 
accent. The men in my photographs 

drowned. Their cries of distress 
stopped breaking the water.

I am a moist flesh statue.
Lightning begins, embedded 

in my feet. The walls crawl with electricity.
I doze off again listening to turtle music.

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