Crooked Shadow
“I am standing upright but my shadow is crooked.” Anne Sexton
Like Anne Sexton, I stand upright with a crooked shadow
Why do you always seem to alter the position of the sun?
How the sky is weaved of shadows that slip through my fingers
Like your soul so weaved with lies
And yet your fragrance waltzes on the wind
And my fragmented mind like a second hand jigsaw puzzle
Comprised by a drunken man
Fits the jagged pieces where they do not belong
I smell you in my clothes
Although you have never worn them
My soul trapped in a moment like a broken watch frozen on three
I lay my head upon the grassy earth and hear your heart beat
And long to bash my head into the ground to make it stop
But cannot bring myself to lift my head
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