sabato 19 novembre 2011

Free Verse

In a Moment it Seems

I watch a fuming child
walk from the room, her hair
falling slowly across her face

in a gentle way
                  and I want to laugh
but I keep it inside, pushing
my teeth behind my lips
and letting them rest —

a small drop of blood
rolling down my protruding chin. 

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