Saturday, April 14, 2012

Thin Envelope

could

spew

violet

vitriol

heavy

on cadmium. slap


eggshell

walls.

nail-gun

visions.

crush

oats.

sew sequins to discord


dresses.

take

arms,

legs,

torso,

head,

name; caress mannequins with


my chainsaw; sing

myself a lullaby;

thumb to tongue suckling;

hug my favorite plushy;

under crimson bankie

drift cozy off to sleep.

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