Tuesday, June 21, 2011

New poem "Blanket Body"

What happens under the blanket?
Are my legs still there?
I think the quilt has taken life,
my body disappeared.
Do I still exist if I am unseen
even by myself?
Not if reality is what you see,
instead of what is felt.

1 comment:

  1. when i first read this i was sitting next to you.
    i really really love this poem.