Monday, August 29, 2011


breathing on the other end
the gun's by the bed
bullets have potential
unknown, unseen, unwanted
unique like me
Ding a Ling
I'm asleep
but answer anyway
thrashing in the sheets
draining away the next day
half in half out
of a nightmare
the one where you don't care
about me after all
then when sunlight cuts me
I realize, now I'm dreaming
basil, rosemary
you smell like excitement
my heart sinks and jumps and flutters and stops and starts and squeezes and punches and strangles
palms to trapezius
fingers in ribs
dripping with exotic flavors
like cats love milk
because they're not allowed to have it

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