Friday, June 18, 2010

o, honey.

frankly, mon cherie,
your string-of-pearls trip-wires, your
smoke-ringed voice wisps foul

your words are in lipstick
your loyalty, powder. i'll
take you with gloved hands.
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1 comment:

Rudiger said...

That's a good piece. This has a certain overtone of Martial in it. Aren't you glad you took Latin?

June 18, 2010 at 1:25 PM

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