Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Somewhere

Somewhere

Somewhere,
hooks and chains
hang amid
peeling
olive wallpaper
on
rusty nails
once hanging
pictures
of
other times—
(before
the walls
shrank
and took
all the
air away).

Somewhere,
the
gentle
tapping
of fingers
on the
sharp
edge
of a
machete
leads
up to the
shadowed body
of a man
whose
head
is a
broken
light bulb.

 
 
From the book Kairos. Also received an honorable mention at the 4th Annual Skyway Writers Festival in 1999.

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