litter (work in progress)

this poem is giving me more trouble than anything has the right to. i have the feel of it perfect in my head, and every time i look back and actually read it.... it's a list of considerably unimpressive words.



litter

i need to fall
into the space between the lines,
penciled boundaries of trailing limbs--
a paper world
delicate
detailed
simplified...
(i need to feel this far away.)
self portrait:
looking down on myself
looking up at a silver sky
sketched outline
chin tipped back long neck slender body
shoes formless, indiscriminate, grounded....

everything rushes past
like crumpledsheets,
litter on a gust of wind.