Friday, September 22, 2006

fish hooks

barn window
Originally uploaded by Callooh.


I have not known this face

reborn in palest newborn skin
translucent, and
tissue thin
all my nerves unclothed
disgraced, at their own nakedness

I do not know how to use these hands

a flesh of weeping grief
from savage shredded tracks

of grief and joy and hate and fear of love

and of despair
the tiny fish hooks sliced
and pierced
with their
sharpened razor points

I have never heard my voice

still I must dig
grasping into
my unprotected soul
wrenching out my
for all to see
tearing open my
so I must look

at the person I do not know.

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