Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The Medium

I cannot think with all this
loneliness: hallway
of too many doors that meet
and sound.

Leaving is to run
the gauntlet. Barbed elbows,
a woman's slapdash perimeter
of hearsay and hush.

Some atomic light
at the entrance ebbs
and you are many men now -

The hollow you beside you
through which I'll pass.

[February 2010]

2 comments:

Julia said...

You are blogging againg! Will you friend me on my blog? The Bright Side.

Karen said...

Oh absolutely! <3 I love you, Jules.