Sunday, February 15, 2009

Rubber-Band

Crack it open like an oyster. Let it ooze out

the way it should, scoop it up, then shuffle it

in a deck of cards too stiff to handle.

Make it call you by your name, learn the

features of your face as well as any friend.

Offer promises you might never keep. Become its

blood brother, a cut along its edge touched to your

small cut, sealed together, pressed with need.

Bend it backward then forward, then shoot it like a

rubber band--a green one from the grocery.

Let it sing off key, tell a white lie, say that it has

real talent. Don't wait around for it to skip a beat,

take it down fast and hard, bury it in days of wonder,

nights of fever. Feed it fruit and chocolate and slow

sips of tea until it knows not the order of its day,

its rhythm shot straight to hell, its left from right

gone terribly wrong. Do all of this to your own heart

and you will know what it has been to love you

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2 comments:

Harprabhjot Paul Singh said...

I read the first post on your blog from way back in 2005 and later this one. You certainly have a gripping style. Will read on.

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Nikhil Chauhan said...

EPIC