Monday, March 01, 2010


Lift your sheet of blue light,
split your lips into arms
and wave to me. Wave like you
were all about waving goodbye,
like you were committed to it
and then you were saying it
and so: waving.
Lick the edge of the room where
the sun makes a bright spoon
curl through you, your organs
like a donor's half-eaten angel.
I'm just trying to get through the day
and into the night. I'm just saying
you're so good at it, you can do it too.


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