Wednesday, June 3, 2009


i want to study the veins of her
or the blur that becomes us
as we fell frantic
on her bed.
in the night i was a fool again
i'm in love with a number and a
tunnel over my head
like lost beggars or petitions
on the way to a dynasty.
i pressed my scream into her shoulder
and felt my teeth break skin
fumbled my tounge
and swallowed blood.

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