Copper Mines

stillness of limbs

i am hardly what i say i am

i've imagined you

one hundred pennies

underneath my tongue

and my soft dumb heart

grows stale at the thought of it

what i have to give

is small but at least i can admit it

but the sum of it may add up

to your pin-pricked finger

or the number of times

i've dreamt it

this is me combing your hair

in the wrong direction

this is me mouthing words to you

from the longest distance

i've buried you

in copper mines

never mine

never mine

nevermind