Tuesday, January 10, 2012

I.

coming down steep

hormone super soaker

could not resist a mind

meld, blue corn tortilla chips

cup full of ice cubes

tossing & turning, here all night

long, squeezing & opening &


II.

hold him close –

talk to him! I say

he knows your voice

better than he knows

how to circulate blood

how to regulate temperature


thick hair raven black

downy feathers for protection

ears crumpled closed

oh baby, why didn’t you call?

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