Friday 2/10/2012 01:18:00 AM

wait for the trapdoor. the snicker of gravity. as it exposes. separates. gods and poets.

her monkey screeches. evolution a cruel satire on touch. she defers her protest to biology. slender stairs with their fists beating the carpet.

the dubious slopes of her skin. an infestation of choices. to be eradicated. the urgent curve of her breasts. a problem better left to be solved by science.

her fountain holds its breath. trying not to vomit. but their wishes are just too sickening.

the earth is easy to forget. shy lever in a catapult of confessions. humble axe to the fallen tree.

her heavy dress wears her. in loose buttons and nervous equations. the humility of decision. like sober promises.

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