Monday, November 28, 2005

Love Poem #888

dear love


I'll get us through the scary squiggles
pipe the rat over
I feel like a breakdown
you know all the waters
& how they pool like wheels
only to smear

keen!
we say in the same breath

I've been thinking about:
rope
the snag the bird the snitch the half sunken shoe

this box this room
deep breathing

your eyes

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