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Within myself waiting for a call (Free verse) by jessicazee

I keep touching my ankles, an itch of an arm on my skin, a rough heel, a whisker, a feeler, a knot in my braid... I scratch left to right hatchmarking the stars of my scars, testing a pebbled tastebud licking and biting my lower lip, I test out every knuckle to see if I can pop it one more time, this lip balm a sticky matador's bended wand, a cup of tap water I shared with a plant, my cat, this stick of incense won't last forever

Skamper 21-Jun-07/4:04 PM
Are you sitting cross-legged? For the first few words are very vague as to their meaning - we all have ankles, what is it yours are doing?




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