2012-08-17T09:25:10-07:00August 17th, 2012|Musings on life|

The fan

You travel the world
behind a veil
of reverence and alarm

the women carrying jugs of water
like a second head

the children crammed

that rawboned rooster
that looked over your shoulder for hours
as you tried to read
on the bus

and then last night
as you fell asleep
in the suburbs
the fan above the bed
throwing its wind
you wondered what they would think of you
lying naked and calm
as though there weren’t blades
flinging around wildly
one loose screw
from cutting off
your face.

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