Creature of Violence

March 18, 2010 § Leave a comment

Creature of violence
Of the disfigured mouth
Gaping wide, this pulmonary canyon
You lose me at your lips
At the hiss, your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth
You weeping into my mouth as I try to kiss you
Biting your chin to keep you from coming apart,
To keep you right here.

(When a girl loses something,
It should have never existed
Because she could hardly
Make herself remembered.)

O’ sweet peony.
Stem, stamen, pistol, the atlas of my heart.
Nervous and stammering
Into the bedroom, you’re all hot from crying.

This desert is dry, but we thrive, baby,
But we thrive.

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