And She Kills as She Reads
The archipelagos on her arms
are unstable bits of brown;
they brush against her cheek
in her struggles to solve
first-world problems.
As she rests, the islands
experience a black out
—total darkness hidden in light flesh.
That spot God tattooed
is shifting in her age;
Mount Sinai has formed
and I can only imagine
there are lives in the wrinkle;
the Pharaohs of Egypt must live there
with a tiny Moses
and all of the dead children.



LinkBack URL
About LinkBacks
Reply With Quote


Bookmarks