Cami Park

Somewhere graphite grey

In Art, Household, Poetry on December 28, 2009 at 7:53 am

Angela Simione

Hermitting
Angela Simione

I’ll go through all my papers today
Sort through the poems and paintings and make a home
there: between the ink and the page. Delicate
strange,
a forgiveness I can accept, somewhere graphite grey.

Smelling like melted wax and lit cigarettes,
hair shoved back in barrettes,
avoiding the phone and door knocks, slinking
shyly among strangers, admirers, and mothers.
I have a hope.

mending myself with a crochet hook, tangling
up a garden of black and white flowers,
avoiding chores, pajama noon
I am a kid again.

new white,
burritoed in blankets, eyebrows kissed and
notebook in hand.

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  1. ahahahahahahahah! cami!!!! thank you!!!!! geez, i ‘ve been blushing for days and days straight! i am absolutely humbled and floored and totally undeserving.

  2. I was so happy to discover this poem of yours, and it pairs so perfectly with your artwork. I just love it, Angela!

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