dance #28


dance #28

Lift a piece of my knowledge to your lips

So I can melt inside of you

And sing.

Excerpt from the poem “Throw me on a scale” by Hafiz, The Gift

After a wonderful meal at The Pomegranate, I picked up Hafiz’s The Gift, asked a question, and opened the book to this quote.

11:40 p.m. One minute dance in the study. Palm to mouth. Scraping teeth along the palm of my left hand. Hearing the tissues scrape against hard bone. Darkened room. Door closed. Alice crying at the door. Moon in the other room resting. A cold, windy, snowy night. Cozy and quiet indoors. -7 degrees Celsius and falling.

~ by nmyers on January 17, 2009.

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