Homesick
For David.So.
it comes down to this:
____dirt
that isn’t mine
and these
words I’ll never
____________say
’cause they’re
carved in the back of my neck.
lack
is without
definition
so save your breath, _____________Friend
your brooding hills won’t summon
back
what I have _______thrown to the wind
I’d rather be
_____________________lost
among distant baobabs
(displacement is easier to stomach)
than found
in the close of your arms.
posted by Erin @ 5:05 AM
3 Comments:
i love the line: 'the words i'll never say...carved in the back of my neck'...i can see it; its gruesome but ever so poignant.
muah!
ps. see you sat night
the words I'll never say are carved in the back of my neck.
(you know it)
i notice that one of the paintings in our house is gone since Thurs.. a good thing (finally)
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