Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Frozen Fingers of Heartbreak

My icicle fingers
break over the rough land
of my lover’s heart
which I hold in my hand.

I hold in my hand
a foreign coin from Canada
which someone gave me
for being Amanda.

From the day I was born
I was weary to sight
for my face was all mangled
and shied from the light.

Ping pong ping
the other kids were so mean,
they teased me and beat me
ping pong ping.

Now that I have a lover
I have nothing to fear.
No more taunting,
not one more jeer.

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