litmus test

litmus test

A Poem by Anna Auel

Confess(shins)
scrape against
the cave tunnel
wall&floor clasp
close to smother

the truth out
spreading wings
like nail marks
a  prehistoric
current(scene)

they don’t have
caves in Bruges
but plenty of bell
towers to fall from

and beer to drink�"
to pour in that
wound streaming
from your neck

(the one I carved
believing some else’s
honesty/perception cuts
so cold)

the sight-less ones come
stumbling out of cent-
uries past, asking for
sustenance�"the required
meat of honor

fractal fractions
 measuring spoons
of dripping oil
weighting out  life after life
after life(time)

slights scratched across
 the slate sum up to a
sleight of hand that is
tied
behind my back.

© 2012 Anna Auel


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Added on November 3, 2012
Last Updated on November 3, 2012
Tags: truth, confession, In Bruges, The Descent, caves, tunnel, honesty, postmodern, slate, bell tower, prehistoric, beer, violence

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Anna Auel
Anna Auel

Shepherdstown, WV



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I graduated in 2010 from a small liberal arts college with a degree in English. I work for a periodontist during the day, in my spare time--though I long to make it full-time, but am stymied by the ne.. more..

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