| | You lead a pod of sharks
With those flashing scythes,
Your eyebrows tipped with soot
And smeared from chopping up hearts.
You stepped inside me, and you
threw a mesh of rusted rootwork in me.
This net is voracious, it bides its time
before it commences to dominate.
Salt of my heart, whose sunny disposition
Sprouted a sunflower
from the yellow of your eye:
a mosquito bite I must keep scratching,
a fish trapped inside a bottle,
a hammer fed up with its anvil.
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| | Posted 11/25/2006 9:48 AM - 497 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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