Friday, June 7, 2013

do so gratefully


the curtain is calling
for the actors to whelm
The show's whole run you've 
been pleased to be shadows 
in the rim of a spotlight

just let me spring like a child
from wet rock to wet rock
If i slip and knock my teeth
on the barnacles i swear this time
i will do so gratefully

man knows nothing 
about just keeping his shit 
together
The bricks go up while
the fence pickets burn till they're 
six inch holes in the lawn
What we were once
will be the panting dog on the end 
of its leash heels dragged 
pathetically

what am i to you what am i to you what am i to you what am i 
to you

your gaze a chasm
all the way across town
pulverizing from the window 
of your husband's home

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