July 19, 2005

This is a very small piece of a larger work. I will be adding poems as time goes on to piece together something whole.

The light poked 

at me through the blinds as I looked 

down at myself and wondered 

if I could carve out my stomach with the pair 

of scissors on the kitchen counter. The sun 

was warm on my skin when I stood 

for too long without shifting and I liked the feel of burning 

skin more than the burning in my head. I thought 

that maybe the razor on the bathtub could cut 

out the insides of my thighs so 

they wouldn’t touch 

and peel off the layers of skin 

between my breasts to push them 

closer together. Could I get curves 

from pressing my body in between two cars 

or sucking air into my chest 

or pushing my palms against the seams 

in my shirt. 

Maybe.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

I really liked this, especially the title, just a date that could hold any of a million thoughts. But you titled it and chose this as your thought to be remembered for that date. And I really like the way the lines don't end at the end of the sentences, it throws in a different beat to reading it. The last three lines are perfect, ending on a maybe just adds to the intrigue of the reader thinking why this date and what followed the maybe.
Great read, thank you for sharing.

[Penelope Voljeti]

Thanks so much!

[alifeacoustic]

You're welcome :)