conditions

My body fills with arguments
each day, sometimes
they are about yellow borders
the blaze along the bone.
There’s a bomb in my brain
an irregular tick
inside my breast
an ambiguity in each step
requiring more words
newly repeated
that do not think
themselves into place.
I am my own discourse
and am never alone.

Comments

derek said…
i like this 'conditions'. i feel jolted by the words & lines, ill-at-ease. cheers.
Jill Jones said…
Thanks Derek.

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