Doing Lines


the length from inner elbow to palm
is a precarious and impressionable wasteland
the length from inner elbow to palm
is the most baby soft foot of skin on your body
the length from inner elbow to palm is the gaza strip
shaped by turmoils from before my time that I don't understand

the length from inner elbow to palm
is something I step over the way I step over cracks on the sidewalk
or strange stains in the carpet long after they've dried up
or creaky floorboards when I can hear the tv on downstairs
because mamma's getting to the age when you stop needing sleep
but you don't sleep much anymore either

the length from inner elbow to palm
is proof
that we've been well taught to not step on cracks
but we were never well warned that we'd want to make them
with real and surrogate fingernails

at the crosswalk on the corner by your house
I press the button for the light to change
I think I know that it doesn't do anything
but I just press it again and again
because what else am I supposed to do

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