Saturday, December 16, 2006


your face is what my heart remembers:

tiny little stretch marks
pleated out the space
for you to live.

i remember your words deliberate,

as if speaking were like
balancing an egg on end.

fingertips bracing the shape of a curve
before letting go...

and hoping for the best.


michele said...

hey Matthew J... i'm starting to go through withdrawal and could use a quick fix of your writing...

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Anonymous said...

part of me wishes that you would post something new. the other part of me knows that it would just inspire me to read your entire blog from end to beginning...again. and, i really should spend that time sleeping.... so i will continue to check every few days in the hopes that something new will be here, and i know that one day it will, when you are ready.