I’ve watched your eyes believing to think they can divine true glimpses of me in runes you’ve dreamed were made of bone that once covered my flesh. And I wonder, wonder, wonder… Can’t she see I dance with all my limbs? Hasn’t she noticed her phantom thumbs, those missing bits of her own self that keep her mind’s eye from grasping the runes life has crafted out of her breakings?
trying to feel me
through the skin of another
leaves your heart alone
the (not really) wee (but slightly hysterical) notes…
– after reading, “Sweet Poison” and “If We Forget…” someone felt the need to let me know that she was “heartbroken for [me] and disappointed in [my] husband because”, according to her, the poems told her that my Piano Man “is showing his true man-colors by pushing [me] to doubt his commitment.” My shock, sense of WTF(ness), and respect for irony, figured that perhaps a poem about reading/interpreting poetry would be apt reply for her madness.
– for those of you on Instagram, Kerry O’Connor (@skyloverpoetry) is giving away 3 handwritten poems. Find her there. Tag a friend. Win great poetry.
– want to win prose? Then you are in luck, my Wicked Luvs, Rommy Cortez-Driks (Kestril’s Rhythms and Groove) is giving away copies of her book, The Trouble with Wanting, and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales. You can enter her giveaways here, here, here, and here she’s giving away all sorts of extra yum.
– linked to Poets United.
Bone runes talisman, by ArtofElorhan