2/12/13 1:10pm – 2/13/13 12:53am
no longer looking to my middle
please hear me when i say i do no wish
to be touched there.
i can no longer hear the knocking
that once called attention to my middle.
& there will be no further answering
of doors that can deliver no guest.
what i carry with me is what i carried
please hear me when i say i do not
wish to be touched there.
you return me to visions of failed
animation & fruitless labor.