Wednesday, June 5, 2013

reaped

in pity I sow the salt over my left shoulder,
rubbing it into floorboards with shuffling feet.
the desiccated corners curling to meet me.
I cannot help but trace the truncated curves,
the swollen hips of felled trees. Seeking paths
remembered on maps never committed to ink.
a palmistry of a defeated destiny




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