I stand in the corner
(alone in a group,
a throng, a crowd of boys and girls)
It starts in my feet-
beat
beat
beat
beat
in the soles
and hollow heels
of the boots I wore
to hide
my coming alone.
Bass, then.
Singing kicks in.
But it's the drums that
I feel in hollow heels
resetting the beats of my heart.
Monday, January 12, 2009
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