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"i don't think this next poem needs any introduction-- it's best to let the words speak for themselves"- Billy Collins, in his poem, "The Introduction."

9.12.2005

Autobiography of a Poem 

I am the shape the paper takes
crammed into your pocket,
the white thorn of infant's tooth
torn through wordless socket.

I am thirst.
sharpened into sound
that carves dry rivers into white ground
you can't make whole again.

so i fold into earth's openings,
and I'm waterlily without wings,
sinking down the denim sky
smooth white-washed and tumbled dry.

Till you find I'm empty paper sea
and your hand's tired, treading over me,
threading white waves with leaden black
that you erase, replace, rewrite, take back.

till all my words sound worn and round
and I'm just the dust of white and black,
all swirled into a yin-yang pearl
inside your seashell pocket.

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heard Ana @ 7:12 PM

9.06.2005

The Voice of an Unfinished Poem 

I am the shape the paper takes
jammed inside your pocket,
a jagged little geometric tooth that's tearing open
a face that can't yet speak.
I am the path its tears take:
hungry, clumsy, incoherent
sinking slowly through the denim
I’m water lily without wings

a stillborn shooting star
too small to light a sky

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heard Ana @ 3:17 AM