Over here on the west coast, it's still March, but #NationalPoetryMonth has begun on east coast time!
Here is my first poem of April in response to the prompt here:
Contained
My life, the sum of filling
a box. Assembled and paper
tape stretched across.
I place inside the objects of
myself; heart, lungs, limbs. Box,
a vital organ growing bone,
skeleton, frame; meat hung
on butterflies of hips,
the pianos of rib cages.
Brown cardboard creased
like the angles of armpits.
Corrugated like physical
sound waves. The word
box in my mouth, dry,
empty, my body a box:
My life contained
or ripped open with a knife.
Here is my first poem of April in response to the prompt here:
Contained
My life, the sum of filling
a box. Assembled and paper
tape stretched across.
I place inside the objects of
myself; heart, lungs, limbs. Box,
a vital organ growing bone,
skeleton, frame; meat hung
on butterflies of hips,
the pianos of rib cages.
Brown cardboard creased
like the angles of armpits.
Corrugated like physical
sound waves. The word
box in my mouth, dry,
empty, my body a box:
My life contained
or ripped open with a knife.
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Loved it esp. these lines:
ReplyDelete"Corrugated like physical
sound waves. The word
box in my mouth, dry,
empty, my body a box:
My life contained"
Thank you!
DeleteI like the ambiguity of that ending!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteSuch a powerful piece. And these lines in particular:
ReplyDeletemeat hung on butterflies of hips/ The word box in my mouth, dry/ My life contained or ripped open with a knife.
Thanks! :)
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