Monday, January 9, 2006

empty

speakers by the pillow
in bed
boy cut panties
cigarette bread

wishing i were there
with your log cabin back
tracing the crack
the right track sac

strip softly in a
s cracked mirror i
want to show
you
want to shed this fear
i, i, i,

buried under
like a dark disease
in remission
i give you permission
i give you permission
open me up

speakers by the window
monoxide bread
the butcher finds the gut
the monastic her head

empty