Friday 8/04/2006 11:22:00 PM

Dirty Knees

Soon they'll all
be calling me
by name

Not remembering
I haven't been
her since

We woke the
rooster with
our insomnia

Fought the
demons with
our matchsticks

Rode the moon
until it buckled
under the weight

of our salvation

Knotted hair

And every way
still left
to wonder

Where beneath
us the earthquake
might wait

for us to happen

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