Sunday, January 29, 2006

Bare (1998)

Seems like it always been this way
I scratch your back, you kick mine
you asleep in your bed, breathing rhythmically
while I slice my fingertips with freshly sharpened knives
And when we kiss, there is no saliva
only aspirin
lip balm
left over cheesecake

bare boned kisses

Is it good? you ask.
Be nice. All the world loves a smile.

someday I vow I am going to go out for milk
and never come back
But I always have to go out
filling empty shelves
buying in bulk
what spoils .

someday I will stop shaving the legs
that only show bruises
and looking into long stemmed mirrors with red eyes
fixing my face.

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