[99]

Portrait of Some Stranger Not Myself

likes the taste of blood warmed by
silver needles, threaded with salt.
remembers you by smell, like a dog
remembers fresh meat, the bloody wrap.

silver needles, threaded with salt
string in and out, a painter’s song.
remember fresh meat, the bloody wrap
of a hand between your thighs.

strung in and out, a painter’s song.
iambic sizzles on the tip of the brush
of a hand between your thighs.
there are cries in the night.

iambic sizzles on the tip of the brush
painting what rhymes with red.
there are cries in the night,
slick as silver needles, threaded with salt

~

CHECKMARKS

Image taken with MacBook Air.
Words written at Third Place Books.
Time Taken 6 minutes.
Brain on writing, books, love, custard.

*note: All poems for the month of April are memoir poems in the form of lists.

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This entry was published on April 22, 2012 at 2:55 pm and is filed under April, Poems, Seattle, Self-Portraits. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “[99]

  1. very nicely done

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