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day 7 in my round of 10 days, 10 poems:

.....still #1 : ties

my hair ought to be in braids, two
...............thick ropes to bind
..........the desire he cross-
..............................stitched into my heart
...............before leaving me

....................a pawn, tripped up,
..........face down, useless arms tied
..............................to a past

.....that appears lilac,
..........emerald, red grape
.........................- all shades unblue -
only from a distance


..........my lips should blister, not
freeze in the shape of his name
..............................as whispered during

..........a time of pin point
...............pupils, eyes wide open
.....before i became

.........................this blind angel mending
..........slashed calico wings, trapped
....................in my dollhouse
...............of grief




song of the day: give me one reason by tracy chapman.