Sunday, August 8, 2010


I want naked, want
beautiful when I’m naked, want to be seen
in color, want light shined all over this
on-loan-vessel of mine

Let’s ride out to sea, where
fresh blood stains water, where we
both know they’re coming for us:
We just keep loving

Teeth— they say come out
in the struggle, so we won’t
We’ll float as they figure-eight around
Hold each other, kick out like babies
Become light, till back
in that salty womb: We,
always forgiven.

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