a while in both directions

25 November 2006 @ 10:36 pm

follow me home?

my palms smell like copper
i stand as a witness;
my cousin with her brilliant
nonsense hydra experiments--
they look at me like i should not
even be able to balance my skin
on these wasted, decomposing bones.
I will sit cross-legged, still
in the black of their pupils:

London in April
Promise me,
Hate this state for not keeping me.

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