Sunday, August 31, 2008

death to self

This is the death everyone
has been talking about-- the break
away from my limbs, torso, volition...
each snap litters more of me on
the ground. I wince and nod an
acceptance; I pretend I know
how to do this, say, "I've been
through this before". I lie
through what are left of my teeth.

1 comment:

Melissa Crowe said...

I love "each snap litters more of me."