Saturday, March 1, 2008

Reaching out of the hole....





My hand feels the sunlight 
before my
eyes can see it...

if you remember my
name

don't step on my fingers as 
you say it under your
breath

as if you tasted something
foul...

why did I leave my hole?
at least I knew what was in
there...

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