Clocks

Winter froze sidewalks and

bicycle chains before

I realized he makes me foolish.

Now I wake up concussed

and blame him for the

unnatural movements of my

elbows and knees. We never know

how to present ourselves anymore.

He reads sense aloud

but it sounds jigsaw to my ears.

I can only piece together that

there is more meaning than

before. The corners of my mouth cannot

unbend. I do not understand now.

My bicycle chain is melting.

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Author: Marion Shaina

Yo. My name is Marion. I do my thing. Other people do their things. I try not to be too judgmental about other people doing their things. So...this is my blog-thingy. Welcome. I hope you enjoy the poetry and feelings. Also, I'm bringing back the phrase "TheBomb.com." You'll see. You'll all see!

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