I want to publish people.
\nPublish them for where they are.
\nTalk about their faces.
\nHow a mouth,
\nround with innocence becomes straight.
\nHands learn to speak for their owners.
\nEyes stare motionless in the air
\nas if someone cherished left,
\nand the space they occupied
\nis an emptiness they cannot face.<\/p>\n
Chapters about love
\nthat bend people,
\nlay mementos on a table
\nwhere dust gathers.
\nLove affairs that open up smiles.
\nThe longing of lost children
\nlooking for mothers.
\nChapters on victory,
\ndefeat hidden by arrogance.
\nWisdom learned after a life
\nof mistakes.
\nSuch people have lines all over them.<\/p>\n
And I would specialize in fingers
\nwanting to touch pictures at museums,
\nfondling stones found on the ground,
\na flower dangling from a hand
\nthat wanted beauty close to itself.
\nHow furniture is rearranged
\nin houses,
\nafter every murder, robbery, and death,
\nand beginnings and ends,
\na plane going somewhere,
\nand landing at places
\nto be continued.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I want to publish people. Publish them for where they are. Talk about their faces. How a mouth, round with innocence becomes straight. Hands learn…<\/p>\n