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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- September 7, 2007 / 12:51 pm
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