Incantation
November 13th, 2009 § Leave a Comment
drawn on my iTouch
O Clock! Check! Key! Phone! Coin!
Touched every day, you know:
the clean fingertips,
the tapping of round nails,
the intimate space between the fingers,
the grip of the thumb; and
the prophecies of the palm,
his future in branching lines
pressed on your bland faces!
You absorb his heat.
Transform me:
what small, machine-mothered artifact
may I be?
Joanna Wiebe
