The cadences of your combined voices
Tumble down several flights
Of stairs.
These walls are your parentheses,
Scooping you into a
Sentence’s secret room.

Keep the bubbles in your freezer,
And every day
To see if their frosty bodies
Stayed orbular
Through the night your brother-in-law’s best friend’s roommate
Slept next to you in bed.

You fold up your life like a paper fan.
Keep up zigging
As you zag,
Tracing the fault lines
In your cardiac tissue.


~ by Jade Elizabeth on June 30, 2012.

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