prodigal
My skin and bones
fall to weeping.
Nail and elbow,
tooth and lung,
unreel into a thin
and tendrilled
wailing.
My knotted hair's undone.
My tongue forgets.
Time steps past me.
The sun forgives me
but I don't know it.
CONTEXT
March 22, 2010
Albemarle, NC
Please let it work.
Thanks for the snack trays.
