Archives for the month of: July, 2009

Help. I’m waiting for a sign.

zen-ish

I love the way
you hold me in the palm of your hand
as I tell lies to myself
about days gone by,
how you catch the tears as they fall
past the jagged edge of my cheekbone,
how you, my beloved, never deign to
remind me of myself
and in this way
put me back together again