for you i braid poems from broken glass
for you i brew perfect tea
from broken glass

you must hold your skirt in fistfuls, so.
you must not use those words
you must not use those words.

body being: both a country
and the language spoken there.


Q 5/14/2010 11:12 PM  

I like how your mind wanders.

Jenica 5/15/2010 11:02 AM  

Thanks, Q, for saying it for me. Holly your freewrites are the best. "for you i braid poems from broken glass"--I'm going to be thinking that for the rest of the day.

geekspawn 5/15/2010 12:09 PM  

Yeah, this is why I gave you an award on my blog...

Holly 5/15/2010 12:25 PM  

Q - Thanks, chica. I skipped a lot of the places my thoughts wandered over in-between stanzas, but.

Jenica - Thank you!

geekspawn - *scuttles over to see*

Erin 5/16/2010 10:05 AM  

mmmm this makes me feel right.

Holly 5/16/2010 12:12 PM  

Erin - and THAT makes me feel pleased.

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