She is a tightly coiled spring
she once was a loosely gathered mass
hair like errant strings
slipping out from her yarn ball hair
threads unraveling inside her
the magic of a zombie, losing
arms and ears and legs and soul
while remaining a whole thing
you would pull on her loose ends
suck on them thoughtlessly
tug her in all directions
slip out a memory to entwine your fingers
With unhappily smooth fingers, you
dig your hands in deep
kneading out arthritic thoughts
you cause more knots than love
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Poemita en progreso.
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