Monday, March 7, 2011

"Purgatory is"

Here's a poem about waiting. DUH.

"Purgatory is"
Purgatory is
not a place where
bored brows line
blank walls.

Purgatory is
not a place where
heart monitors flatline,
perpetual and predictable.

Brows furrow;
hearts race;
and sweat pours
as we wait

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