almost touch me.
Inhale my smile.
Save my scarf in a jam jar.
Write me a sonnet ―
read it in dove sounds.
Never ask me to sing it ―
I may crack on the high notes.
Promise to keep my grave ―
scrub the stone with a little brush.
Pick me some leaves.
Bring me pastrami on rye.
Trace the shape of my hand.
Memorize each fingertip.
Take care with the ring finger ―
it is the weakest.
tk/August 2013
Thank you to R.A.D. Stainforth for preserving my words with voice. (He's not really asleep here...)
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| Drawing Hands, 1948 by M. C. Escher |
