Wednesday, December 15, 2010

love as practiced in the south

this night she had calm all over her
that quiet inhuman settlement
that they have before they jump

but she was approximate

I reached out for her there
she took my hand and came back

we ate a boiled cat together in the kitchen
then laughed till sunrise

now at noon she reads my tea-leavings

postcards fly in and out
and we mind them not

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