Thursday, 24 September 2009


Last night
I packed myself
With cellophane paper
Used to pack luggage
I positioned a “FRAGILE” tag,
Not on my toe, no
For I am not dead yet -
I tagged it on the center
Of my chest
Right above the huddle
Of pumping red tissues
I dropped myself
On your door

Comes morning sun
You find me there
Stand over my body
Give me a look of aloofness
Hold me vigilantly
Take me into your house
Go up the stairs
Put me in the attic
And leave home to start your new day

All I wanted was a hug.

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