September 19, 2006

Breath

Every night, I unbraid you
reluctantly
from my hair.

Every morning, I find you
clinging
to my eyelashes.

Every day, I find myself
stumbling unexpectedly
into one of your temples,
tripping across
a forgotten relic.

Every time I exhale
onto the cool, smooth, clear
slippery
pane of time,
I find your face
carved into the condensation.

Every time, I shatter
it, but it begins again

every time I breathe.


Winter/Spring 2006.

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