28 January 2011


Languishment 1/28

This is a desert – skin
                        a healing patch over the mouth

What is love but a breaking open of a peapod

The sand eviscerates – leathers
                        turns everything purple-brown

The peapod is full of sand – pours over hours

Love is a dry space bone-filled and breaking constantly

Take this pea on your tongue – it will clear
                        roll it like a pearl

Sand over the tops of dunes

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