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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