This is How I Said, “Denial is a Raindrop”

how the plaster was applied
     to hungry surfaces in the driest night of autumn
     the substrates folded slyly
into cracks between the ply board

selected (twisted up like
the hemp of cobweb fiber) silent threads
arrest the intended span

in the shorter period
between the crest and trough of fabric waves
the acrylic eggshell white of
          your skin is
your skin in a photograph

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About QuietMonolith

I was just a mild mannered young man living in Portland, OR, until one day....POOF! I turned into a crazy, nefarious, thieving, drug-crazed lunatic. I had lots of therapy and spent many months in hospitals and treatment facilities. Eventually, at the end of my rope, I decided to change everything. With the support of my family and friends, I have embarked on a quest to achieve optimum wellness. I am making radical changes in every part of my life, and in the way I approach the world in which I live. Follow my blog, The Wellness Quest, to experience what happens when a desperate addict takes hold of his destiny and devotes all his time and energy toward making a full recovery. I am also a writer and poet. Follow my blog, What We Left Behind in Crowded Rooms, to take a look at some of my recent poems.
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