Sunday, July 18, 2010


I smile when you catch

Me looking, pupils fishhooked

into your shadowy nooks in

the folds of your clothes

After three orange pills

the cards spill,

a thrilling thrill in

letting things fall the way

they may like lyrics

to the liver and stares

set to shiver outta microcellular

fissures, issues sloughed off,

nine swords carve through

self-imposed frost,

amoebic warrior cleaving

out of her claustrophobic

nightmare rooms of loss.

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