Saturday, May 2, 2009


not just for fires.

keep your deep devotion penned in, tomato. keep your wanton looks
at the curb. all the smoke rising round like a halo, your head
full of barbie doll, full of gender neutral, full of granules.

i'm trying not to freak it. dance like a hurricane, so still in the middle.

seriously though, thunk once about the house and catnapped.
tuesday is coming fast and i've only got so much sweat in me.

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