in the evenings
we become surgeons
extracting pieces
of information
from each other's
chest cavities
until every rib
is missing
and the skin
and muscle collapses
to outline a sputtering
grey heart
in my chest
and a pink specimen
of glory
wearing ribbons
and holding trophies
in yours

09/06/2002

Posted on 09/06/2002
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