Wednesday, July 14, 2010

One Every 24 #26


Put a bomb in a poem about naptime
Put in some pins
Some broken glass

Put the bomb under my chair in the poem about naptime
Walk the pins (and needles) beneath my feet
Set the glass (not yet broken) on the sill's edge

Cradle my cauliflower ear around her first explosive cry
Push the pins in to their heads as I race to become the cure
Catch the glass. Always half full when I get there.

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