20080209

February 9, 2008

a fist used up
looks most like
a sigh, condensed
into a comma, cut
into an opened
gesture, fingertips
no longer holding
breaths, palms blinking
a recollection of
light, skin
savoring beads
of recognition,
touch, a punctuated
longing
.
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Written by yi-ching lin Posted in poetry, writing Tagged with domestic, domestic violence, experience, fist, life, personal, poetry, violence, writing