(photo) untitled
GAZA 2009
by winter moon
There is not the poem here.
So this is not a poem.
Where is the poem?
In the sticking?
In the spilling-out?
In the opening?
There is not the poem here.
Woman's eyes
A collapsing back
Scattered sandals
The silence of the sky
I cannot
laugh,
lament,
sing,
and anger.
Snow in the night
is dizziness.
The Galaxy in winter
is tinnitus.