I’ll write you out bit by bit
press hard on the number 5
watch the lead crumble in slow motion-
under a microscope-
at the very tip that I just sharpened
new
a building detonated
bore a hole into the blank lined sheet
my comet
as I smudged the charcoal
drawing it into the shapes of you
your hands
an angular nose
bits of a mouth
that perpetually existed
held so closely to my cracking chest
I broke a plate.
Instead, I stared at that loose leaf
paper- thin
duct taped the hole
slapped a nail through it
and waited.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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