Sunday 4/24/2011 12:10:00 AM

patience vexes against the stark. cities of faces. tilting skyscrapers. drought in their grins. copious confessions to fortify their desperation.

the politic of choice is in its existence. the paradox of skin is that we pretend to still wear it. so long after we are naked. bones are glass. muscle is porcelain. travellers without itinerary. hunters lacking prey.

the calm transition. from scream to whisper. iciciles melting. the pull of gravity. making everything sharper.

the needle between her legs. sewing memories from blood and semen. the knotted thread between her legs. peculiar with too many choices. forward. back. all the same. soiled dresses faintly visible in the shadows on her grave.

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