Monday, May 3, 2010

Three Poems

Subway Songs
some mutter as they
hug purses to chests, some
silently read the signs, some
read out loud, some
speak to no one

Security Blanket
loose threads, lumps,
almost-holes threaded together by
fabric and fuzz.

Double Bed
your back my stomach
close loneliness
breath whistling softly
the sound of breathing
the sound
of sound
© 2010, Stephanie Joyce Wilson

These poems were first published by unFold

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