Itch
Posted by Chloe Wayne | Filed under Poetry, Print
I
miss you.
Imagine
you lay sideways,
with crossbows for brows,
thin flint projectile eyes.
My heart, mosquito bitten
patch of me, rises to surface.
Rhythmic itch. Seven day swell, this week,
I think about you. Fade under skin soon.
One Response to “Itch”
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Garrett Carey Says:
September 26th, 2009 at 12:49 pmthis poem has been growing on my exponentially. my new favorite etheree of the bunch
