february 12, 2010
waiting
my stomach in a knot.

i’m trying to sew but this fabric is like sewing a sheet of feathers in a windstorm. tendrils of it everywhere. i’m wearing black so i look like i’ve been tarred and feathered.

it’s too quiet. that sickening kind of quiet just before the screaming starts.


4 comments

  1. Oh how beautiful the geese
    in their tailspin near his mouth

    the swollen gears arrowed
    his canoe leaning length-wise
    against the north side

    all those Idaho winters peeling the exquisite paint

    the whole lake swinging away

    love,
    Rebecca

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