Tuesday, April 8, 2014

npm: 04.08

today's poem is a little short, written from this ghost line exercise from Rachel McKibbens, located here


but they let go and you drowned.
you came back with more tongue,
so much your mouth wouldn't fit,
so much your collar stayed wet
and birds dodged drops to beat wings
in hopes of drying the dark but
you stayed that way, a river in the middle
of a lake blue and roaring--

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