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Poetry by Bekah Steimel, Fall 2012

 

The sleeping awake

but love

it's too late

to be undone

even with

such fingers

as these

finely tuned

to unravel

those

scarred-over seams

but such

fingers

such a thumb

still

I can't be undone

or unwrapped

or untied

chain link fence

built inside

with a grave

and a bed

chain link fence

in my head

Bekah Steimel lives and writes in St. Louis, MO. She is currently working on her first collection of poetry, an autobiographical glimpse into one lesbian's struggles with addiction, fidelity, mental illness and mortality. Find out more at www.bekahsteimel.com.