
Labyrinth
Poem “fault line” by Ryan Kegley · Labyrinth: The Undergraduate Literary Magazine of the Indiana University Honors Division · Fall 1993

fault line
sit in stiff chair and pluck two teeth
spoken words unfair i never know to turn
toes curled up into fists throwing sweet lies
wrap myself up disguised under curls
face arranged and everything in place
switch positions with a leg beside heads
ears twitch as silent sounds come around
sampling lean fingers wet from mouth's delight
come down from lofty airs tonight
stop turning around stiff back awaits fate
lately the steps down move another disguise
smells debating and carry new symptoms
saliva runs through eyes low and beady
bent over straight to know where it burns
back in pockets closed fists rotate
nosing back door bitterness with dirty genes
nothing is enough to contain free deployment
heart's desire longs for the easy end anyhow





