Sunday, June 29, 2008

when i am in your
two hands cupped
like a small white bird
with a small soft coo
and wet eyes
and all

i cant remember how it felt
not to be
and cant imagine why
i wasn't

crawling out
of those two cupped hands
is like leaving the womb
rolling out of
the bed with plaid woolen blankets
and into the coldest damn morning

and i cant remember how it felt to
be held so warm
cant imagine why
i had to leave


Mihir said...

nice for a poem named Untitled.

chella said...

hey, allison,
glad you're still writing!
you're such a great poet.
are u still at sbcc?
ttys, doc

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