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[Steeple Full of Broken People]
I work these fingers
to the bone
down
deep
right through the bone
I wear these bones
out in my hands
the daughter of
a broken man
I spread my limbs
upon these sheets
fresh
meat
all on these sheets
On sheets I writhe
with twisted limbs
teacher
the daughter of a preacher
to the bone
down
deep
right through the bone
I wear these bones
out in my hands
the daughter of
a broken man
I spread my limbs
upon these sheets
fresh
meat
all on these sheets
On sheets I writhe
with twisted limbs
teacher
the daughter of a preacher
Published 25th Jul 2010
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Anonymous
26th Jul 2010 6:20am
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26th Jul 2010 12:20pm
hmm i haven't read it...i'll have to check it out. i was in the shower yesterday and this one just flooded into my brain and invaded my thought process (which was currently focused on soaping a loofah & singing a tune from Alice in Wonderland)...it was strange, it came barging in like some un-announced stranger so i hopped out and ran to write it down leaving a trail of water and soap behind me. (which i later had to clean up)
Anonymous
27th Jul 2010 2:37am
This reminds somewhat of a poetry book I'm reading at the moment, Adrienne Rich's Diving Into the Wreck, which explores how she felt about herself as a woman, and how that affected her place in the world, at the time of composition. Either way, this is a strangely brutal, captivating poem, dark and subtle, elegant but fierce, with a perfect rhythm. And I love the title.
27th Jul 2010 2:45am
thank you kindly! it's not really a religious reference or a hypocracy rant as most would think...thank you for reader deeper than that and seeing the strife of a woman plagued by conscience and the judgement of society passed on people.
27th Jul 2010 2:46am
