Sunday, July 16, 2006

Interpolation


As you speak
my veins resound
with the rippling voice
of a fibrillating metronome.
A blade-winged moth knocks
from within my chest, begging
for the comfort of my palm.
Now it flutters, now it tingles,
now it screams, “
Unchain!”;
and a breath sucks it in
just in time to purge it
of your words
and restore
the rhythm
of self.

Copyright © 2006 Anna Piutti

Published in DY Magazine on June 1, 2010.
Please note:
the copyright date appearing in the magazine (2009) is the result of a misprint.