Who Are You?
Who are you,
Staring into my window
Where cinders block the
Birds from flying
Into my shadow
That erases sunshine
From grunge porches
Or squelching mechanisms
Of desire?
Was that face born into you
Like some unfortunate disease?
Or did you choose it like the pink m&m’s
Over the brown.
Because I wouldn’t have chosen it.
Shadows erase sunshine like
Rubber-gum over excess pencil—
Not pen.
Copyright © Brooke Wolfe | Year Posted 2007
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