Wednesday 11/21/2007 01:57:00 AM

she flushed. desdemona to his othello. only damper.

she saw the lies in his strangle, but they were stronger. Juicy turkey and warm stuffing like the threat of family too eager to know her. Little birds outside the door hungry for more regurgitated worms. so loud. like breathe under the covers. afterwards. feed me. vomit again.

oh poor iago. so mistrusting. assume betrayal and make yours preemptive. count your thoughts in decimals of pi. befriend the equation. your pain as infinite. keep going. until you're thankful to have been fed. even if only by their throw up.

at least you're not hungry anymore.

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