Picking at an old scab
that curiosity can’t leave alone
finding fingernails find leverage
in courage flaking,
bloody polygons with white stroke.
I can’t help but poke
through to my insides
My thumbnail grown ripe for such an occasion
rims the countour’s
The hard edged nail sets sail
deflecting me into a detachment
2 thoughts on “Picking Scabs”
well hello out there
thank you for the poetry.
I’m hoping this is Andy Bonjour, we met at Goddard one night, I was yammering on about letterpress while doing yoga, you attempted to convince me to set & print your study plan.. it’s Jen, hello!
I’m writing to ask if you can kindly repeat what you told me about compressing video files – so I can easily send video via email & stick video on my blog w/out things blowing up or people getting irrate about inbox space.
I’d truly appreciate this info, Thanks & thanks.
I hope your 1st semester is going super smoothly
-do you know Shayne Koyzan? awesome live spoken word poetry..: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHczVzGfyqQ
Shayne was rockin’. Thanks for sharing. I’ll email you ’bout compressions stuff.