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[grammarfight.livejournal.com]

Worthless



My fingers
cling to your shoulder blades now
until fucking becomes
an urging, a way to shake you, gently. How

can I tell you I don't feel
safe, when inside
a man holds bars before his face

believing himself into a prison,
when parrots fly from his open mouth
as he tries to speak, repeating worthless,

worthless? I'm trying to love you

but I don't know how, & then
I start to remember—we are locked together
& pushing, pushing.

—Nick Flynn

cross-posted at grammarfight

Comments

[straight-outta.livejournal.com]

this made me cry and i can't even pinpoint why. i suppose that's poetry.

[grammarfight.livejournal.com]

In the short time since I posted it, this poem has "changed" for me quite a bit. But not at all, right? It's my life transforming around a stationary object pregnant with a million meanings.