12 January 2006

New York Solids

o train,
take away
the solid assurance:

one day the flour and cocoa
will be removed from under my nails
a final time

one spring
will be the last.

words will crystallize
particulate devolve

your green eyes
will swim
your hand will,
as bones and breath only,
slide under the pillow

and new york
will be a childhood story


Anonymous Shaina said...

Kristina, your poetry makes my day. I'm so impressed with your blog, can't wait to keep reading.


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