March 22, 2014
I see shadows in every nook and cranny of my body
which I could--in a moment--trace with a finger
or outline with a marker if need be

But as the moment passes and the light changes
my shadows will rise and fall like the breath of a beast
until they find a patch of foreign soil in an otherwise known land

And it is there they take the form of baggy clothes and dreams I cannot fill
Or another monster on another day is the talk of beautiful bones
that I want to know but will forever remain secrets under softness

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