The Naked, Walking

by | Jun 6, 2011 | Blog, My Poems

No one ever asked you
what sin feels like.

It travels to the ends of your hair,
like every other poem

you have written.


You are the character
that walks
in the tide –

the sand
your feet,


for the
strength of the


You became
my favorite character.

You filled a basement
with cockroaches

and said
the moving floor

was only a figment
of imagination.