Thursday, March 13, 2014

Recovery Room




She shivers awake
to find him
holding her glass fingers.
I’m still here, she whispers.
Her surprise cracks
over words too small for him
to pick up. Where else would I be?
he misunderstands
as if he hadn’t run for miles
with her pulse in his ears. As if
she hadn’t already said goodbye.


-from Live Through This
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3 comments:

Iulia Flame said...

"glass fingers"--gasp--

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Waiting for my copy to come in the mail!

cheryl said...

I hope you'll find it worthy.

Iulia Flame said...

I know it will be more than.