Monday, December 21, 2009

daily poem

The words internal,
the hard shouting
on the car ride to the
counselor's office
I screamed them into
the car silence

They lay there
shuffling from front
to back
trying to find comfort,
on hard cloth seats

At the stoplight, I opened
the window
and watched their progress
writhing and curling away.
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