I Draw My Heart Into A Sieve

I draw my heart into a sieve

of words-

my soul blisters and is not

contained-

my love is a flood of birds

but the flight patterns

make no sense-

my love tears on the eggshell wind

but the wind is gone

unsequestered in anyone's fairytale

my words, my heart, my life

I would place at your

feet-

but you are standing on the sun-

m. angela douglas 18 november 2001

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