Wednesday, July 15, 2009

a new mode of brevity, wherein we can play word games late into the night, until our language leaves us for a better host

then i heard a shriek


a shriek from a child
it started

i thought
water water boil-
ing and i ran

into intimacy

but the gasflames blue
tendered
the little things

skin

and was off
like that


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