Saturday 3/10/2007 12:55:00 AM

In the overboard. In the mania. Like little honey bees stinging and tearing away from their own abdomens just to hurt us. To die like we did. When time was foul and pungent. Menstruating between us. In echoing heartbeats.

The cold. The icebergs belting between my lips. In broken overalls. In fallen socks. The ambient dovetails of seduction like locks coming undone. We couldn't see each other but it was clear.

Just where the wizard was.

All those curtains. Struggling with our names.

Every orphan. A demon as impotent as she is.

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