poem: untitled

[figureofdismay]

untitled poem 9b--



I know what it is to be judged

and found wanting.

You cannot love me.

I am the longing which stands

and cannot be relieved by prayer,

I am as the mollusk which is left

by fumbling storm-waters

above the high tide line.

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[ricenoodles.livejournal.com]

love the line about the fumbling storm waters!