fast asleep, im running with
glass in my knees
and holes in my shoulders,
crowbars to defend,
but intruders are made of mist,
and so they insist
i've untied my wrists
my my sobs choke me
'crying he never knew i loved him',
devastation overtakes me.

in this field of corn
i run mazes and plant frenzied footsteps
then dissolove into scenes
of lovemaking
and school room shame.

01/20/2011

Posted on 01/21/2011
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