Monday, February 22, 2010


My wrists
Feel like rag dolls

Moved by wind
By the ocean’s breeze

Exercised by the force of water
Frequented by telephonic messages

My wrists
Feel like my best friends

Like my family
Like my love

Rest that never comes
Membership of circumstance

An old bed supporting planets
A wrinkled piece of paper with a number

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