by Tasha Klein
I think in your ear, a flood that has a
no-ended expression. above. away from
feel.
doorway lips
vacant, glossy hips
a good cig kill
need. need. everything. you know
& that raging.
plastic waist. wrinkles move an emotion.
lie back. shower heat.
wet stop. until your mouth can't.
spongy elbows. foot laugh.
dark, tilting irises.
swollen knot. more blinked. your eyes
masturbate.
June 22, 2010
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1 comments:
tom said...
Hey, Tasha - good 'un. Looks like we're temporarily next to each other on the alphabetical listing. Ha. Keep writing!
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