Fine Flu Journal Fine Flu Journal- june 2014 | Page 18

Words I Would Like to Call Back
These are the words I
would like
to call back, the ones
spinning around outlines
of your grave
the ones that tasted like salt and oil
that pinned
your body deep in wounded earth
that fell in a wash
of bloody stars, that left
bite marks on your outstretched palms
words I juggled, blue
and red
and green, that buzzed
in my ears like chainsaws
invisible words
I tossed and caught and tossed
again until
fingertips turned numb
and wrists ached and the power
went out and all was silent
even the wires, even the little dead birds.

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