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Swallowing
the anxiety of tarot cards
dripping horoscopic tremolo
in every hushed glance
I expect rejection as winged
words floating in on hummingbird
breath
(hummingbirds consume their weight
each day)
the frantic nature in which
I exhaustingly keep calm
I continue eating my weight
in words for protection
it would be wrong to worry about hurting me
because it is too late by then
in fact
I would rather eat your words
and swallow whole the sky
before it can have any chance
of caving in
dripping horoscopic tremolo
in every hushed glance
I expect rejection as winged
words floating in on hummingbird
breath
(hummingbirds consume their weight
each day)
the frantic nature in which
I exhaustingly keep calm
I continue eating my weight
in words for protection
it would be wrong to worry about hurting me
because it is too late by then
in fact
I would rather eat your words
and swallow whole the sky
before it can have any chance
of caving in
posted by Will at 8:08 PM
2 Comments:
I sense tension here and I really like the metaphor you use with the sky... The whole "the sky is falling!" and what that means... To me it means some over-exaggerated sense that there's something wrong.. To me there seems to be a balance/compromise or a sacrifice. You'd rather save the sky from caving in than confront what's causing the sky to cave in.
It's very weighty, isn't it? No pun intended--there's something seething in your words, despite such flighty images like 'hummingbirds' and 'eating words'
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