Friday, April 03, 2009

sometime after it's got to stop

he wants my body and my breath
he wants me
he will reject me
while wanting me
but my breath secures him in his place
there there is where you live
he doesn't know yet what love is
where he lives is
and I am still skitterish
I might be nothing
his mother might be fucking
the neighbour under the parasol
while he watches
from the upstairs window
dropping his lollipop
wondering why
when i come home
i'm not dragging fish behind me
with lollipops in my hair

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