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By Bijoux Date: 2005 Jun 17 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.17.00.39.6020]] |
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1. My poem is ominous you say. I sleep like a sack of potatoes on your couch You say it's okay because I have no where else to go The words stick to the inside of my brain like fly paper and I can't quite get them out. I can't find the words to call you right anymore say things that would bring you to this side of the bed rest your head in the crook of my neck say my neck smells of pollen my nipples are flower buds. 2. You say you worry about me all the time has some man taken hold of my arms locked them behind my back? You say you can't get emotionally involved. I tell you I don't want anything that is not emotionally involved. Sex is not so important anymore. The rain is coming down in buckets. You make me laugh then cover my mouth with your dirty hands. 3. I showed you an x-ray of my teeth you marvel at their perfection and drag my hand into the inside of your mouth to touch your crooked molars. 4. You make me hate my music. You tell me there are answers to every question which I think is a trick. I am a trick. Homeless without a magician to put me back up his sleeve. You make me try to express myself like I'm some sort of instrument to my brain. 5. You fuck me like I am virgin an unpeeled mango I orgasm ink like a broken pen and the sheets are covered from top to bottom. We smoke cigarettes in the dark together and talk about ice cubes and apples and piano keys In the morning I leave you like a nervous shadow to ride buses and elevators to fall over drunk in alleyways and wait for you to find me. |