Dogs 2014

QUILTED PHRASES
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there's
a collection
of scraps
pieces
and panels
in this cedar chest
of my mind

"living more
in dreams
than daylight"

"bridges
that become
barriers"

"twisted bones
disguised
as a people"

all words
that seemed
worth storing
but that never
quite fit
into any greater
fabric
of homogeneity

I would
enter them
on a page
but not know
what should be
stitched
before
or after
to make them
into something
worth working
to completion

"crawling criminally
away
toward judgment"

"nibbling
my flesh
as an appetizer
for this dwindling
life"

"I see
the sky
but imagine
the stars
beneath
my feet"

I lift
them out
occasionally
and feel them
through my fingers
looking for some
clue
of connection

but
as I place
them
before me
no two sections
seem to fit
or be worthy
of greater
effort

"a welcoming ground
that will never
know
my body"

"searching
her skin
for a better face
of me"

"knowing
that this work
will never
be known
to be forgotten"

I gather
them again
without
any resolution
and store them
back
in my head

one day
I'll recognize
a pattern

or I'll remember
none
of them

hoping
that I've sewn
enough together
to keep me warm
during those
cold nights
of age
and emptiness