dead girl on the landing

the words went up the stair
                 and they hung themselves
just for spite. the second time
they hang you it's only for kicks
after all
        another of the many
        instances of everyday
        objects with multiple
        or more than intended
                               actual use.
     as if it could have
no ending and no beginning

                      bodily custody
                      extension cord

storms are formed behind the storm
we feel. with a patience
             for the strange sensation

it takes more than
the doctor's opinion

This poem appears in the 2007 Anthology
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