September 13, 2009

Brave Parts.

I've been lacking the organic;
been found leaning on electrics whose ultility I've questioned in the past.

Let me rest in your safest corners-
in the backs of your knees, and in the crooks of your elbows;
where two of the walls meet in the quietest annex of your house.
And there I'll learn all of my brave parts-
all of my usefulness.

2 comments:

Jillian said...

love
love
love!

Lizzie Derksen said...

Wow. Goodness. I am so glad to have found this. Congratulations on a very fine poem.