[Poem] Nunca Jam�s

2009-10-08 @ 10:34 p.m.

we all have our own regrets
right?

cut me open, throat to pelvis,
peel back flesh like
the pages of a
book
and out will slide

organs, blackened with
all
I should never

have done:
here. take a knife.

pull worlds of words out of your mouth
spin them
into thread and stitch up the wound;
a needle of tenderness,
hand guided by hope

an experiment in falling in love.
the world at our feet,
we'll leave regrets behind.