Thursday, November 11, 2010

recycling

I have not written anything in a long long time. Here's something haunting. It's the sequel to a the a poem I wrote 6 months before this one, "Doesn't". Eph remembers it.

Does
Macci Macaranas

the most despicable thing about you
the former outlaw
is your touch

how it makes me shiver all over
how it bruises

i was in your pocket
curled up
with your bullets
coins
lint
and your heavy calloused hands
nicotine staining your nails

touched skin
rubbing on the denim
intoxicated
my heart pumping so hard
it would shatter my ribs