Jerusha Rai

Blest

Jerusha Rai



my nimble knuckles
my savage raging dream
stuffed in tidy boxes
color coded scheme
nod you head
smile, smile sweetly

i who stand on the crest
who bore the wind on my chest
as the four directions turn into
twelve, sixteen
but my skin is blest
its my bullet proof vest
made of everything i ever seen
nod your head
smile, smile sweetly
            
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Jerusha Rai