Anastasia Sara Kaufman

Anastasia Sara Kaufman

Saturday, December 8, 2012

A Break-up Poem

In that dream
Where I held on
 to your bare back
and shook with sobs
Tears held their breath like icicles on shoulder blades and rib cage-

Was it my blinking through drops
In the morning sun drenched shower
That made you flicker?
 Or were you really disappearing?

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