madeleine d. c. poems

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Signals

7.9.13

middle of the night
strung on muscles in the dark
offering with my body a bow
lower than surrender

six years since I was
resuscitated
tongue to
lungs to eyes, become
visceral
captured what's above the blood
named it

this is your signal, smokeless
lidless
listen-
I know what I want
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