by Liar
I had to read it around 4 times to get my interpretation straight--an indication more of my tiredness than your poetry.
There's a good tension in the poem between nervousness and succumbing. I especially liked this strophe:
You smiled up at concern,
wearily brushed the clench
out of my fist, kissed me
with a blink, and faded
And do you mean "saline"? You said "saltine," but I don't think you want cracker crumbs in your syringe. :D
I caught hints of weaving but unsure if that is the main topic in this poem? I read your write <grin
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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