Saturday 12/31/2011 12:31:00 AM

doorways. memory's chapped thighs. spread. telling their stories in melted ice cream and vacant chairs.

places. words. lies. friction coefficients. velocity still undetermined.

she solves for gravity. though she knows that's working backward. and distance is still an unknown parameter. she assumes there must be a constant. though her need is the only evidence.

the weight confronts her. the density of skin betrays her bones. Lips like a zephyr. Eyes like a tornado. Every intimacy chafed raw. By the vigor with which we approach it.

stagnant lions. feral lambs. the curious commodity that once was her.


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