Monday, April 15, 2013

Thursday, April 11, 2013

footprints (poem)

I've had footprints in my dreams
and on my mind. 
Phantom trails that slowly move from the top of my head 
down my jawline and down my chest and to my fingers. 
I can feel them. The marks of those who walk in and out of my head
leaving trace like silent snow in a frozen world.