Press poem – 24.9.11

Here is Marisa Cappetta’s poem which was published in the Press recently:

You are the dirt beneath my fingernails


an itch of compassion


the pad of your index finger

has wee hooks

like a spider’s foot


you climb up my chin


grip the edge of my lower lip

and meticulously pull it down

exposing my lower teeth


Marisa Cappetta

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