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with the encouragement of my friends Tara and Ben, I've decided to post one of my poems. It is an assignment poem (due tomorrow in class!) and i really enjoyed writing it. I'm still sure about a couple parts, for example, is the word "curving" the right one? And the grammer needs some work. But I'm pretty happy with the way it turned out. I'll let you know how the workshop goes!
Here goes:

Hinges

Sarah is interested in parts, in the sharp
separateness of things: the dog with one blue
eye and one brown, the tongue of a frog
against the wavering black fly, the cut of a stone
dislodged from her ring. How a tear, when fallen,
can bruise the tough red of her cotton shirt.

This morning Sarah discovered: the way a throat,
curving to catch a kiss, can turn
soft like brushed leather, thick
in the belief of lips, and then, in the surprise
of a sharp bite, become all rock;
the way a heart can lurch, unprepared,

like a socked foot meeting the slick
of linoleum; the silence just before he swings
and just after; the sound a door makes– soft
wail of hinges, thunk of wood.

This morning Sarah saw the black of her hair
splayed against the white floor.