Tuesday, March 3, 2009

the reverse noose

the other day
i found the plastic
bracelet my mother
wore on her wrist
right after i was born

the strip of paper
preserved inside
giving the exact time:
3:10 p.m.

i was horrified
to hold that thin flimsy cuff
in my 39 year old palm

i find the act of birth
worse than suicide

shoved out of nothingness
on a cold afternoon
in january

shivering in my sheen
of blood

the umbilical
a kind of reverse noose

but a noose
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.