Thursday, October 23, 2008

Stop me before I hurt myself

Jesus, I don't know where this is coming from, but it's soothing as new rain.


for X-tina

The best part is when I think
she hears my voice…

an earth-brown sound—pure rumbling
grainy as groundnut shells.

Last night I dreamt up volumes
with velvet ridges—

spinning, metal knobs for
when she is alone

and it seems, almost—
She wishes I were a knee-high boot,

so she can feel my tongue
along her legs.
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