Ribs & Arms.
May 15, 2007
I live my life with my ribs showing,
they protrude through my skin
as my arms flail about in
disconnected patterns.
Striking imagined drums, hoping
to hit a familiar note.
No audience for this
sad, choregraphed disaster.
Just the silent whisper
of fingers tearing through the air
grasping wildly at some disposable faith.
