Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Summing Up Our Marriage

A silkworm skin spreading its fissured indecision through
rain. The streets were loud with its relentless lacquer;
tensing its shy crossbow towards the breaking of Summer: a shot
caught in the curtains. The bed where a green music beat up its
solidly etched warnings waved in light. She slept as I washed up.

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