Tuesday, March 10, 2009

bloody nose;

i bleed all over
in dreams i lose my mind,
but not my heart.

beyond the words, there is a body
i should not have to remind.

fingers, nails, lips, breath.

this desperate urgency
for the acknowledgment
of my shell: discuss.

what have i been relegated to?

my bloody nose,
in dreams and in mares;
the words sliding across
my body, the words
drifting on the very curves
of your forgetting.


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