POETRY by poetjpb: I find bones where the clench of privation propels me to gnaw

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

I find bones where the clench of privation propels me to gnaw

ITCH Wedging between your fleshy ribs, I find bones where the clench of privation propels me to gnaw. I crawl onto cool sheets, and press my knees to my chest. I wait for your fingers at the curve of my neck. No touch warms me tonight, only words, hollow in the empty space, cold and grumbling, with... Sign in to see full entry.

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