22 June 2011

The Teacher

wise words
like the fur
on the deer
by the road

wet cheeks
every night
hating to face
the window
to be horizontal

a rock, an asteroid
by the small
of her back
a push, a burn where
she cannot reach

wise words
the morsel lodged
in her windpipe
wise words
a quill stuck
in a head wound

wise words carved
cursive incision
with long syllables
self-pity, finality
a selfish desire for life

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