Sunday 10 April 2011

April 9 (poem 8)

"confessions in three parts"

1. doorknobs make me nervous
I can feel their afterimages on my palms
like ghosts.

2. when my stomach lionmouths
I imagine my thoracic cavity as an ice cave
it helps me breathe clear.

3. my panic attacks do not trigger the
most sensitive of sonographs;
I am good at masks.

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