Bubble wrap.


Days when you’ll wear your heart like a brass knuckle;
days when you’ll wrap wrap wrap
each ventricle as a boxer prepares fists for a glove
; readied for the impending blow (s)

No matter the thickness of cardio-calluses,
truths pierce bubble wrap,
deflating it to cellophane.


Written Monday, July 30th, 2012 @ Smith & edited Tuesday, September 4th, 2012 @ Smith. 



Photo taken Sunday, September 16th, 2012.


I grabbed one of the lines I hurriedly scribbled down during the contestants’ ‘slams’ (slams?) at this year’s Seattle Annual Poetry Slam.  I used one of the lines as a prompt to write this poem: “There are days when you’ll wear your heart like a brass knuckle.”  I didn’t catch the poet’s name.

(To read other poems I’ve written that germinated from poetry prompts, search for “poetryprompt” in the search box on the right.)

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