because i am broken

October 26, 2010
I hang below your palms
suspended by the thread coiled
around your finger.

i am closed,
the fat and skin that crowds
the bones of a shell hidden beneath
sand that clings to bare feet.

i am so easily read
and i am so easily manipulated.
i have watched blooming,
seen the beauty of growth that i
cannot have
or touch,

wondered if i would ever be so lucky.

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