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IN PROGRESS Holding the dead bird to my ear I can almost hear the sound of the sea as the faint procrastinations of peeping finches pour from the pink conch on my shelf threatening to swallow me. Throat full of silence I can’t cough up. Plummeting down a fire escape into a skylight of dreams, I wake under a blanket of ice, naked in a desert with the moon pouring tea, telegraphing its tangled music in a key that opens nothing. I have tried every room, every bed, every cage that called me home. Despite the fire that fills my mouth the words come out ‘no’. To go in peace between the sharks & the crows is no mean feat. No matter what they say, not every door is closed. What is impossible tomorrow may not be so today.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 23:07:17 +0000

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