Sunday 2/18/2007 12:44:00 AM

You saw the door. You were it for a while. Cold itch sewing fingers together. Proofing the hallucination in lazy jaws. The afternoon. The carnivore in pantyhose. The young treading mildly on fond waves. We're water. We're the ocean. Humble waves succumbing to the sand. In small mutilations. Frail carnivals in their selfish parades. Broken yolks. Heavy whites. At the edge of the pan. The freedom of surrender found in a stiff dashboard.

Touching the glass. The face on the other side of its chapped lips. The excuse trickles in through seams in the knife.

Yawning the words. Beating the train tracks. Seasoned gods assemble their speeches. As if we knew what worship could mean. Other than waiting. Imagining when we'd die.

A million throats ready to swallow. What we couldn't keep down. A million answers to that one question. why?

The dog burying its shit. During a quiet dance. The vice scratching at its stone. Soft saviors tucked under our pillows. Imagining we don't know how close we came.

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