the end

all I come to think of

is what to do with my hands
when no one is looking

how you used to go slow
in between the blinds

split my fingers
slip inside



at the end of
each hand

I am lost




Poetry by 5072
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Written on 2005-07-31 at 23:33

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Lisa Zaran
"at the end of
each hand

i am lost."

Every line from the title to the closing three words is so moving. Like stirring water. I have read all of your poems and have enjoyed every single one, but, this is my favorite I think.

~lisa
2005-08-05


One
YO!!! u GOT IT!!
2005-08-01