Thursday, April 30, 2009

It is what it is
perfectly aligned and alphabetized
when the chapped skin lies beneath
and the plastic is clear
but I am luminescent coral
nothing more than the illusion
in your story
and the hole forever
swallowing your veins
bruising you always until
you escape the memory
of my poisonous skin.

1 comment:

benjamin said...

i like this one a lot