Wednesday 3/09/2011 12:20:00 AM

integers imagine the text of touch. in negative and positives. cosine and differential equations. sometimes the decimal goes too far.

and we are alone. without the numbers that made us whole.

scribbling on her pussy. cuts like ink. bleed through the cautions of time. the shortcomings of men.

the future in fractions of skin. puzzles to solve. and broken fingernails in the crease of the wolf's grin. to fool the piglets and their houses.

the hours in useless lamps. all her choices dead bulbs.

she can see in the dark, but not well enough to know. whether the remainders are friend or foe.

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