the fabric
worn and converged
like your skin
breaking in on itself
fringed and clustered
like your mind
across broad shoulders
either side of your neck
etching into the flesh
like the razors into mine
tis always the downfall
such as shakespeare grammar
the fatal plays on words
romeo oh romeo
shall you bite your thumb at me sir?
the fabric
worn and converged
stuck and suffocated
like your body.
YOU ARE READING
obsolete
Poetry"no longer in general use; fallen into disuse; effaced by wearing down or away."
