Sunday 1/28/2007 01:05:00 AM

There were sidewalks.
And shoulders.

Close enough to name.

There was the pervasive pretense of metaphor to pluck the poetry from my fingers. While we tested the flavors still remaining on our tongues. Chocolate covered condoms wrapped in the thin foil of eager wastebaskets. Children I'd never have suffocating inside a tiny plastic reservoir.

Men I'd never see again writing their phone numbers on my walls. Little stabs of art punctuating what passes for life when goodbye knows you better than you do yourself.

Thousands of leeches turning this flesh into a smorgasbord.

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