Tuesday, April 27, 2010

A Forgotten Poem I Found I Wrote Inside the Back Cover of an Oliver Sacks Book

These disembodied
voices of judgement feed
on me like
tapeworms of memory.
Hidden within, does my skin
ripple and bend of muscle
or them
raising my hand or eyebrow
against me?



by jerry gordon

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