Sunday, July 7, 2013

Grenade by Kumiko Mae





With one careless drop
my body will explode
to ruin each trace
of your vicinity.

With one careless let go
I surrender
to gravity
to the warning sound
of your voice, loud and angry
as if talking to someone deaf
but really just far.

With one careless twitch
a piece of me clung on
to your finger
like a gift
or a thread
that reminds you of
promises that will
remain of me
when my body degrades
into hot gas.

With one careless touch
I give to you
my ring
and from me
your freedom. 

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