Friday, December 13, 2013



We dont have time. Dada
will soon tsunami-crash, pull

us under the sea till we float.
He's coming—quick, we

must go. Your swollen face--
a cracked mirror I see myself

broken inside, his steps
pounding—closer, into my dream-earth.

Run!--we belong nowhere.
We don't have time to belong.

Leave the cat beside the couch,
my beloved best friend-- leave him,

fast forward ourselves to a place
I climb the oak daily with each

scratch, I pray higher
and higher.

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