5
Of Secrets We Are Made
Posted by Barely Knit Together on Sep 21, 2009 in Poetry
Years ago
in psychotic stupor
or schizo-affective nightmare
my brother dug into the clay muck
of ourstory.
He flung
the muddy
words onto the page and
into my life when
he delivered the mess to a
friend.
Hands sullied, eyes burned by
earthy secrets,
I balked,
embarrased at the lies and
fossils he unearthed
I couldn’t yet name
or remember.
Now I unwind the words that snaked
their way into my psyche.
They followed
me through the [...]
