Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Words are holes.

Once we think we know something
we fall into them.
I am
I am this or that.
There's no telling
what will come out of you next.
Mouth like a wound
never closing long enough to heal.
Fill it with silence.

2 comments:

Tony Garza said...

Thank you for continuing your writing.
Thank you for this.
Who am I?

erin v wigger said...

And thank you for continuing to read Tony.