floating and leaving no trace
make a mess of it all
dissect living flesh without anasthetic
sow seeds to pluck later
sin’s littler flowers, rose-scented petals
so many, many thorns
feel the bones around the eyes
zygomaticocfacial foramen
posterior lacrimal crest
exotic birds waiting to sprout feathers
or fossilize like the ancient dinosaurs
they are
look at the t. rex skeleton
who says
hens don’t have teeth
this side of the creek
i dried my socks
and went barefoot…
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Already Day 6, and you may actually be reading this one Day 7. I hope I get better/faster/stronger/6 million dollars worth soon so that I don’t keep you waiting.
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i’ve made a real
frankensteinian mess
here…
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Let’s just pretend that I know what I’m doing over here. Pasting bits and pieces of myself into a grand collage that may or may not be an accurate reflection of my psyche. Of course, I am an unreliable narrator. I can trace my lineage at least as far back Don Quixote. But I’m too laid back to tilt at anything.
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Words and Feathers 