Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Magdalena Ball #9: Stones are not rocks

Stones are not rocks

Stones are not rocks are formed
in the body, mineral salts
a hardened substrate
an aggregate

all you couldn’t release
held like granite in the gut

shame is a stone

the strong arm of
tradition, a trajectory
that maims

writing these
words on my body

ink punctures the skin
calcification in soft tissue

chemical bonds
breaking bones

stones are metamorphs
a lump in my hand
crumbles to sand
insubstantial, fake tough

almost nothing
in absence of motion

lying on the stony path
an ache in the upper belly
leaves an imprint on the ground
unclothed, unhinged
your missive hits home

just when I thought
I was finally safe.

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