Thursday, January 12, 2012

Small Stone Memory

scene from Wim Wenders' Wings of Desire

We met at someone's house on Lake Placid later that summer, you from Canada and me from Rhode Island. Lying in someone else's big bed, you noticed that my thighs were slightly bigger. You're generally too scrawny, you said, I like it this way.  I held onto the spindles, scratched a mosquito bite, made a cross with my nail to stop the itch.

Small Stone 12

10 comments:

  1. Ah-hah! You DID it! I am so proud of you.

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  2. You really have a gift for this type of writing. Lovely.

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  3. this is poetry. you have a gift.

    this is also...hot.

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  4. Just wanted to say I like your mermaid. And pass along that I'm reading Mermaid Wisdom by Brenda Rosen.

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  5. You write of things that are so familiar ... And raise them up to importance and memory

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