The Poems of E.S. Spaulding
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Image Poem # 8 [Rib Cage]
This lamp recalls a
Twisted, metallic rib cage.
I entwine my fingers with each bone
As if in this way I
Could keep you anchored to me.
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