...quiet, about a lot of things...
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Ode to my Body...At Least It's Wrapper
Though I can not shed it.
In one birthing push, cast off
this vague impresssion.
My scales become fissures.
Some cracks turned to blood
More than death, less than life.
The skin of a snake! I long
Centered, cracked right down the middle.
Open and ready, I want.
Finally, following a readwritepoem prompt... Geez, what a long dry spell..It's just spittin rain now..But Hey..it's something!