Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Choke

I carry thighs
touching everafterglow

at midnight we'll snake down
a circle of smoke behind a
rock

knee deep mattress, choke.
belt strap snap

quiet fine

decomposition

at 2 we'll murmur
body hair, murmur between
our hands

raw lips, bleeding teeth
choke dense musket juice

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