at the very end of a heartbroken breath
are words that you'd touched
lost weekendshouted she
out with it shivered i
dear basket
paradise mongrels scratch at my screeching teeth
offered her once a visceral flower and torch thank you
last weekend sincerity and statuary
of my lungs leaked out such blue
against the imprisoned white walls
sweetheart i've asked you before to roll my marbles
sort through the sheets of that temptress light H
where might i always speak peacefully skip me
i am never myself
i am always myself i am
both here and elsewhere
-- 8/9/07, IL
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