Soft-skinned Hazardous

Soft-skinned Hazardous

A Poem by Zoe Rae

So naturally we go into dying.
The calm is a big blue tinted lens,
Tinted with dying.
I don’t keep pictures because I’m afraid
They steal light. 
Some people frame birds in flight
These people don’t believe in warmth or mystery.
I just want to lie here, wearing the sky across my head,
And watch the abyss shake its a*s and smile
Stupidly.
My colors are protected by algorithms, 
I don’t know what I’m saying.
My voice, can you
Describe it?
This bridge has pretty legs.
I notice everything that might later end up inside
My suitcase.
I am an example of myself, a bird invented to veer off course,
Of course.
I will try to lie 
Differently, 
To wear my fatigue like a hat.
It’s chloroform; it’s a closet.
It's nice actually.

© 2013 Zoe Rae


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Although it may not make much sense to everybody, I found it mesmerizing. Brilliantly written.

"I am an example of myself, a bird invented to veer off course,
Of course." My favourite line.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Zoe Rae
Zoe Rae

San Francisco, CA



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