Tuesday, May 4, 2010


pink tails pile up, spatters of tabasco lay stark against white
as you sever head from body how a surgeon operates;
calm, collected and with purpose.

red, robust and rough grout
i grope for your hand,
bone scraping bone.

you thought it was a baby tooth and tied it to the door.
burst of blood and clear skies,
i thought it looked like rain.


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