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the in-between: knee-cap blues


I'm cold in Paris.

and suddenly a sadness explodes from within
my chest that houses ghosts in a mortuary pit
spitting cold effervescent vapour freezing the tips
of my fingers
plunging me into knee-deep snow
striking hard on my knee-caps
ripping apart the gauze holding my plastered smile
threads blowing in the wind
dendrites feeling for a feeling
to transmit, to electrify, to send a pulse
to my heavy heaving chest

1 comment:

  1. It's "funny" how when things fall apart, it's everything falling apart at once... Helplessness? Worse. I was there last night.