Tuesday 12/19/2006 11:27:00 PM

There was just a little blood on the tip of her toe. Leftover lipstick from the injury's kiss. Termites in every thought. Hollowing out the skeleton while the skin sunk in heavy pleats. Threatening to reveal what hid below.

All the Gershwin roses and the kitten's fists. In bottles crayoned green until I can't keep up with all the letters in all the words in all the sentences that want to be last night instead of this.

She traced the smoke with her stare. Castrated eyes desperately trying to ejaculate. In defeated huffs and awkward grabs. Fetching the bottom in breathless plunges. As though it hadn't always been theree.

On the pupils of the raindrops as they winced. On the smile in the glass. As it looked back at us. So certain.

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