Wednesday 2/21/2007 12:35:00 AM

The snarl of the zipper was all the love she needed for the time being. Copper monsters with claws made of penis. There's a fairy tale in every inch of skin. Rapunzels with ladders of hair begging to be saved. Witches with their chocolate architects. To tempt the hungry.

She wanted to be swallowed by the wolf, but he had already eaten.

The croak of afterward like a crippled frog. Listlessly bartering for flies it doesn't even want.

There were trolls at the backdoor as she coutned the passing headlights. Turtles in their moral races drawing sneakers on anyone's god. The were beds that never came. Stale effigies ironed from the ripe meat of partial orgrams. Poorly intimating the life we shared with it. A beggar's wishing well. Collecting interest on every secret.

There were so many choices.

There were none.

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