Friday, November 10, 2006


she uses the hand,
-living angles-
like Sign, her words
forward and aging-
an entire language
more comfortable then the eyes,
not always, but sometimes,
when anxiety is high.

...ok so there is still alot of work to do on this piece, i have to avoid the turning away from the poem after really looking at her hands, it leads to the meat of the poem being a weak mention of anxiety instead of the full breadth of what occured in that moment, but it is starting to take some shape.

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