Friday, November 25, 2011

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You can lick the sky
until it sparkles, I don't mind.
Hold your hands so they cast a shadow
that looks like a bear. Fun! Morning comes
without warning: it's just here. You are
free to move about the cabin
exhibiting a distinct message
of forgetfulness and all the bliss
that it implies. I'm saving my mind
for what's really important
when I get home: you. The smell of the sea
blowing in over the Brooklyn-Queens
Expressway makes me feel like
something good might happen today.
I'll tell you this:
We're going to have a real good
time together in our tight pants.

1 Comments:

Blogger Catherine Lacey said...

I love this.

4:47 PM  

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