As/Is

1.07.2006

Separated

We are folded together,
fleshed origami

or spaces

between cut-out dolls
where the eyes should be.

I warned you
of fusion, of kiss,

of dipping
into bowls
with your fingers,

the reflection
of someone-else
standing behind you
in a mirror.

Only God survives
extrication;

(de-bone-ing)

the silvered skein
that shines pearl
and purple.

So we slowly
unravel, a little toy,
a top, a spool of thread,

to become
what we are not-

separated.

posted by Rachel Phillips on Saturday, January 07, 2006

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nice poem.

# posted by  Newsandseduction on 7:21 PM

 

!!!!!!!!

# posted by  luc u! on 8:42 PM

 

dipping
info bowels
with my mind
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Rachel, good work!
thanks

# posted by  ed schenk on 11:44 AM

 

Thank YOU for giving me the opportunity to be a member of this
great site!

Rachel

# posted by  Rachel Phillips on 4:18 PM

 

Very impressive.

# posted by  Nobius on 4:44 PM

 

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