Surprise!
7th February 10
Found this (and some others) in my poetry notebook from my fall ‘08 seminar. Whoa now.
Handwriting
I scribble myself upon the page before me
inscribe my fingernails in
wails of looping graphite
every tooth-ridden edge etched into the
sliver-blue lines
I write my crescent-moon tips
and the beds they lay on
into the lead waves they play on
and watch as shaky hands
pattern the page
with words and curves
and snaking gray breaths
