Monday 4/21/2008 01:07:00 AM

Cactus in a big cup. The hybrid charms of long goodbyes. Evolution. In high heels. Close enough. The smell is sober. The taste is drunk. Evolution in short skirts. Gods without mouths talking to apes without ears.

Evolution. Veins bisected in drug.

People. Comments left on the skin.

Evolution in its diaper. Shitting its pants.

Screaming. Change me.

I'm wet.

Speak to me. I need to learn the language.


Teach me to step on angels. In high heels.


Pockets I never knew were there.

Until the change in them began to rattle.

The sexual pleasure of apes not withstanding. I still think I'm close.

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