Sunday, May 22, 2011


Out of everything I burned
I soothed my spine
on handwoven wicker made
of recycled resin. I flipped-down.
It hurts to look at you cross the street
let alone watch you rise into the sky
like a hook was snagged on the bone above
your heart. I want you here.
A slab of light makes me ultra-modern
and supreme. The science of summer
is upon you. Look, now
you've been lifted away.


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