i've become disarticulate
coming apart at my joints
my ability to move
falls
when you aren't touching
my hand
my heart
and i just lay in a pitiful pile
waiting to be swept up
and dumped
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About Me
- KibBen
- I'm interested in finding myself. In finding the way to myself. In paths, in stories, in ways and changing ways. In old ways. In history, people history, thing history. Where I've been, where I will be. Where I am. That last one is always the hardest to answer.
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the sound of two birds i don't know about.
this one i know about because i like to do the same thing. at the end of the poem is a blam! a slam and it's over.
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