Chris Tusa

Rookie (01.01,72 / New Orleans, Louisiana)

Boomerang - Poem by Chris Tusa

Someone stole Satan’s hipbone
and flung it against the sky.
Now you ride the orange horizon,
a stunned, wingless bird
flying in circles, a broken halo
haunting the air.

You return like a savior,
like a cancer
that keeps coming back.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 4, 2005

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