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.