Saturday, April 17, 2010

New Poem #17

The next time I am hurt,
Physically, you know,
The next time my skin opens up,
I will look at myself like a planet

I will look at my skin like crust,
And will imagine my organs replaced
By layers of rock, molten.
And I will know myself subject to

All the dangers of being a planet.

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