Friday, November 5, 2010


i tore out the pages
where you feigned love,
like a carpenter ant
discovers a new home
(a place to dwell,
and later, eat).

it wasn't much.
there was never much to say.
so i folded up each page,
into soiled hands
sewn together
in permanent confession
(a place to dwell, 
and later, eat).


Amanda Joy said...

love that image.. those hands..
sewn together.. in...

seth elkins said...

it had been stuck in my head for some time.

glad you likes.