I've fallen and I can't get up
I'm in somewhat of a slumo with my writing, it all seems like crap to me but I can't figure out how to fix it. That being said, comments are greatly appreciated!
Faces, Thumbs and Lines
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Out the womb
with a doctor’s thumb on each eye
wiping away the inside of my mother,
Even with shoves
my eyes would not fall back
to perceive the bareness of my face
On the second night, she named me
Before that, nobody thought to hold up a mirror;
my face was an outline of light
filled with blank lines
on insurance papers and hospital sheets
The late name never seemed mine
it belonged to the spaces
(with more urgent desires than a baby’s)
At the dinner table I often outline
letters of my name
afraid to see lines go blank
or that I might forget
Faces, Thumbs and Lines
----------------------
Out the womb
with a doctor’s thumb on each eye
wiping away the inside of my mother,
Even with shoves
my eyes would not fall back
to perceive the bareness of my face
On the second night, she named me
Before that, nobody thought to hold up a mirror;
my face was an outline of light
filled with blank lines
on insurance papers and hospital sheets
The late name never seemed mine
it belonged to the spaces
(with more urgent desires than a baby’s)
At the dinner table I often outline
letters of my name
afraid to see lines go blank
or that I might forget