Monday, January 19, 2009

I wanted to punch through the night but i couldnt make a fist

i broke bones
for you
just to sign
my cast

bone white plaster
decorated with your
purple pen

your name
carved into my arm
a heart dotted i
your name
first and last and

shattered in three places they said
may never regain full movement
purple ink
heart dotted i

so many failed attempts
climbing trees
and jumping off swings
I will not fail you

skin bleeding but not to break

until that day

i walked into the street with
must have been
words in my head
and carving knife in hand

i remember tires squealing
the burning smell
of rubber
staring into a cotton candy

the knife i used to carve
in the
where we once

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