paper flowers

it blurs at the corner
of her eye, and turns tears black;
it was never real, anyways, just
a game of pretend. maybe 
we could draw laughing faces on 
the sidewalk, smile stick-like, not
quite palpable

kiss the hard pavement because
it won't turn away.


And indeed, over at cuileann's, there is a part two. Take a look. 


cuileann said...

mm. this might be my favorite yet.

Beth Kephart said...

so nice

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)