Thursday, August 5, 2010

Short Excerpt from "Jazz on My Right Thigh"

I had to keep myself from loving you for the sake of my mind; your voice rings through my eardrums like the jazz sounds running up my right thigh; playing a tug of war between wanting to keep us and letting the we go; your footprints destroying my bones and your hold crushing my spine—let me breathe—fresh air of my own;  can I no longer bare your suffocating grasp and the change of your aggressive tones…

-Short Excerpt from "Jazz on My Right Thigh" by Butta Love