May 23, 2010...9:17 am

Seven Years

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Image by Michaela Knizova --

The little girl went down by the water to escape

To escape from the smoothness of his lips

To escape from the harshness of his tongue

And the way he had become a shirt

that didn’t fit anymore.

She had tattooed him

in the shape of birds

over her body.

Before she had grown into her skin.

Now she waited for the threads

Between them to become

Long enough to break them.

For seven years she watched him in the mornings

As she wove poetry with her needles

and watched him dress. For seven years, seven

She was without her art.


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