Paper thin

Hang a dirty shoelace from the wall

and picture this

a thousand "maybes" on a scratched surface of frozen ice

I was always a stubborn girl

In my mind and on my pillow I feel something closer

something cruel, almost watching

So, in memory of me

hang up this portrait of grass and glass

wrapped in twine and crows hearty feathers

I was always a bold girl

On an old letter I write words in sync

and those flutter like magic carp

down a waterfall of  my own hair

And I hang myself up high

Like a beauty queen of Kalkuta

This brown paper bag is finally empty

Reviews

[just_teague]

I think your poetry has gotten really good! You're moving away from abstractions and building concrete imagery. I also like that you've avoided cliches, your own words are much more powerful and interesting.

The mixture of hubris and poignancy is very good in this piece. I hope you'll keep writing.