I would, I were...

I would, I were...

A Poem by Veritasexlogos
"

Things above our body, but would otherwise not exist if not for our bodies.

"
She speaks in calligraphy
the total of which is only
the beginning of a story.
Her tongue agonizing
like Carthusian monks
their heads balding from
where sin leaks like steam
from manhole covers.
They write in calligraphy.
Their tongues always still
like a boat which winds revolve
around.

© 2010 Veritasexlogos


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Veritasexlogos
Veritasexlogos

Worcester, MA



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A Poem by Veritasexlogos