Eight years old. There is
a giant moonlit boot outside my window.
I jump down onto
the instep, climb the laces hand over hand
past the ankle onto the silk stocking, then
discover fine hairs to hang onto as I
move up the leg.
At eight I have no idea
why I’m climbing the giant, or
what I’m climbing toward.
At twelve I get a clue
but it weighs me down so much
I keep slipping back to earth and
I have to begin again.
Tonight another boot sits there tapping.
I want to get past the presumed target.
When I reach the chest, I’ll raise a thumb and lunge
through the skin.
I’ll cling for years under the skin.
I’ll forget how to climb.
When (once again)
she cuts me out and
I fall like blood
splashing onto the toe
of her boot,
I’ll be eight years old
before I climb again.
Dark Matter 
February 4th, 2005 at 4:42 am
I like that. High honor to be in that company.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:42 am
I like that. High honor to be in that company.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:42 am
I like that. High honor to be in that company.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:42 am
I like that. High honor to be in that company.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:42 am
I like that. High honor to be in that company.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:42 am
I like that. High honor to be in that company.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:42 am
I like that. High honor to be in that company.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:42 am
I like that. High honor to be in that company.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:41 am
It’s part of what I think is going to become a series on the idea of “giants” — things too large for us to “master,” I guess is the right word, that we nonetheless have intimate relationships with. Hence the giants in the previous poem that are representative of Belief, Religion, etc.
This one’s about Love, Sex, Intimacy…somewhere in that dangerous triangle.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:41 am
It’s part of what I think is going to become a series on the idea of “giants” — things too large for us to “master,” I guess is the right word, that we nonetheless have intimate relationships with. Hence the giants in the previous poem that are representative of Belief, Religion, etc.
This one’s about Love, Sex, Intimacy…somewhere in that dangerous triangle.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:41 am
It’s part of what I think is going to become a series on the idea of “giants” — things too large for us to “master,” I guess is the right word, that we nonetheless have intimate relationships with. Hence the giants in the previous poem that are representative of Belief, Religion, etc.
This one’s about Love, Sex, Intimacy…somewhere in that dangerous triangle.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:41 am
It’s part of what I think is going to become a series on the idea of “giants” — things too large for us to “master,” I guess is the right word, that we nonetheless have intimate relationships with. Hence the giants in the previous poem that are representative of Belief, Religion, etc.
This one’s about Love, Sex, Intimacy…somewhere in that dangerous triangle.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:41 am
It’s part of what I think is going to become a series on the idea of “giants” — things too large for us to “master,” I guess is the right word, that we nonetheless have intimate relationships with. Hence the giants in the previous poem that are representative of Belief, Religion, etc.
This one’s about Love, Sex, Intimacy…somewhere in that dangerous triangle.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:41 am
It’s part of what I think is going to become a series on the idea of “giants” — things too large for us to “master,” I guess is the right word, that we nonetheless have intimate relationships with. Hence the giants in the previous poem that are representative of Belief, Religion, etc.
This one’s about Love, Sex, Intimacy…somewhere in that dangerous triangle.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:41 am
It’s part of what I think is going to become a series on the idea of “giants” — things too large for us to “master,” I guess is the right word, that we nonetheless have intimate relationships with. Hence the giants in the previous poem that are representative of Belief, Religion, etc.
This one’s about Love, Sex, Intimacy…somewhere in that dangerous triangle.
February 4th, 2005 at 4:41 am
It’s part of what I think is going to become a series on the idea of “giants” — things too large for us to “master,” I guess is the right word, that we nonetheless have intimate relationships with. Hence the giants in the previous poem that are representative of Belief, Religion, etc.
This one’s about Love, Sex, Intimacy…somewhere in that dangerous triangle.
February 4th, 2005 at 3:54 am
Reminds me of a Brothers Grimm tale.
February 4th, 2005 at 3:54 am
Reminds me of a Brothers Grimm tale.
February 4th, 2005 at 3:54 am
Reminds me of a Brothers Grimm tale.
February 4th, 2005 at 3:54 am
Reminds me of a Brothers Grimm tale.
February 4th, 2005 at 3:54 am
Reminds me of a Brothers Grimm tale.
February 4th, 2005 at 3:54 am
Reminds me of a Brothers Grimm tale.
February 4th, 2005 at 3:54 am
Reminds me of a Brothers Grimm tale.
February 4th, 2005 at 3:54 am
Reminds me of a Brothers Grimm tale.
February 4th, 2005 at 1:21 am
This one
tickles my organ. The heart.
February 4th, 2005 at 1:21 am
This one
tickles my organ. The heart.
February 4th, 2005 at 1:21 am
This one
tickles my organ. The heart.
February 4th, 2005 at 1:21 am
This one
tickles my organ. The heart.
February 4th, 2005 at 1:21 am
This one
tickles my organ. The heart.
February 4th, 2005 at 1:21 am
This one
tickles my organ. The heart.
February 4th, 2005 at 1:21 am
This one
tickles my organ. The heart.
February 4th, 2005 at 1:21 am
This one
tickles my organ. The heart.
February 4th, 2005 at 12:44 am
I like. What does this mean?
February 4th, 2005 at 12:44 am
I like. What does this mean?
February 4th, 2005 at 12:44 am
I like. What does this mean?
February 4th, 2005 at 12:44 am
I like. What does this mean?
February 4th, 2005 at 12:44 am
I like. What does this mean?
February 4th, 2005 at 12:44 am
I like. What does this mean?
February 4th, 2005 at 12:44 am
I like. What does this mean?
February 4th, 2005 at 12:44 am
I like. What does this mean?