ALL SCATTERED PARTS by TAMARA L. PANICI

I tag every piece of you I can see and not see

when I run out of ink,                    I prick out

my own warm blood.                        you grin

and I dabble myself all over your boxed life,

stain your breath

and call it my breath,

smudge your memories

and name them my memories.

I say                             isn’t it so wonderful to

be in love, my love?                But you didn’t,

couldn’t answer.              Just the night before

I had wrapped                                   your ears

in layers of cellophane,

shipped them to my                hidden universe.

 


Tamara L. Panici is constantly scribbling on food wrappers and scraps of paper. When she is not reading or writing, she can be found eating bizarre foods, riding the bus to nowhere, or lifting heavy weights. She has works forthcoming in Fjords ReviewFlash Fiction Magazine, and Abyss & Apex.

Advertisements
vagabondcitypoetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s