
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
Complicated
December 27, 2005 03:39 PM
Rubik’s Cubed
I fold up
like a Japanese fan
like an origami chain letter
repeating myself
on the inside
making idle threats
at impossible angles
I fold up
into myself
and you can’t
find the trigger
that opens me
again
Try your hand
up my thigh
all you like
There is no
easy latch
Only a series
of increasingly
difficult puzzles
leading you inward
until you find
at the center
of my fragrant labyrinth
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Comments
um. hmm. oh my...
Posted by: Eddie on December 28, 2005 06:45 PMI was just thinking of you and your muse and was gearing up for pep talk, but here you are. Good to see you back.
Posted by: claire on December 29, 2005 12:48 PMPost a comment
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