August 15, 2010

love can't decide
if i'm a woman or a girl
i hold my own hands and splash 
water on my face.
called me out
into the thick august air
a child insomniac
laying wide awake
in the driveway
under sticky rice paper stars
at three a.m.
at four
at five, and then
i am eye level with the orange sliced horizon
i am the lone audience 
to the great sparrow sing-a-long.

i sneak back into the house
i flip through a graphic medical journal 
until my eyes begin to ache

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