The Two of Us (4-19-07)

And if I enter the burning tunnel,

we’ll both sizzle like egg rolls to a crisp.

Is that you, writing obscenities on my bones?

Is that you, crouched in my liver, eating a Danish?

As my mother would say, child please.

I say use what you like and leave the rest

behind. This is summer now, time for the taking

of all my parts: mind funk and magnolia,

sugar in the raw and hot sauce.

Wasps gather on my wrists as you nest

in my heart, o woman-god, o you.


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