revision 1

Here is my first revision of the poem I wrote yesterday, "Origin." Check check check it out.


Origin (revision 1)

stiletto heels and paper
and her face
on the sidewalk;
red dress.

she wheels to the junkyard to
see me king of
kicking;
and mud
and ocean crest.

we who are not so long lived
must believe in heaven.
we must look into mirrors and
star and pop.
but she says
that she says
a lot of things;

I am the fall,
I harbor the wind,
she says
and says.