Monday, November 29, 2010

Clutter

An accident.
I dropped my favorite tea cup
the shards went everywhere
I don't have time to clean up
any of them.

My lips are thin
from all the words I've spoken lately.
Believe a few of them,
like you believe a bird with broken wings.

Our never-conversations
take up space,
taking place in my head.
They clutter the corners. Letters
never sent, never read.

1 comment:

  1. I think you should read my friends blog:
    http://thisbirdsong.wordpress.com/2011/09/01/letters-unsent/

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    I just read the "Letters never sent, never read" part and it reminded me of something she wrote!

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