Where your notebook sits, leave it
don't depend on your pen.
The planes of your house
you've washed with your eyes
the boxes you check,
let them rest.
You've always known
the nights are uneven
let them, rise upon rise,
build inside you.
Let their geography swell
time a rundown metronome
and language was only
something to put in your mouth
in times of ration
you've outgrown these measurements.
You've been searching
up under your hair, your nails,
sit still.
Forget your words for your body
it will take you on from here
and these ways you've been.
sept 4, 2011
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