Thursday, March 16, 2006

i can't see winter trees, passing by at high speeds

Nauseous with pine needles
poking through skin, translucent
anemia and a nervous twitch
and I had to spontaneously combust
for them to believe the burn in my bones

I can remember nights,
that starved dirt snake of a road
where trees were striped
snow blanketing their naked bodies’
prickly limbs penetrating every direction
my plump childish cheek
pressed against the pane
welcoming the soothing glass chill

I could never undo the knots in my stomach
as I watched those ridged skeleton trees
with their long needlelike fingers flying by
and feeling they were scratching out my eyes
bleeding on the wood, running windblown

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