ii.
to pass time / unwilling in silence puddlejumping to hear the scrape of old rubber on wet concrete / grainy like pear flesh & when she smiled it was only watercolor blurring & bleeding into another hue / spitting out the seeds of everything that came before; she needs someone to chalk out the hopscotch squares for her so she can play and just skip along / never agreed with the rope; it would be to easy to
slip

& you can be the bar i tie my troubles to & we can kick the milk crate out from below us screaming & you can cackle and we can hold hands and dangle there until we can't breathe- i'm still struggling to spin the line between your two lips into yarn for sweaters to keep me warm this june / but when you have no scent it makes it easier to dissapear

& i was just getting re-acquainted with my wardrobe, too / oh well. / i could spit you out anyday / roll over and detatch the stems of my thin wrists from your spine / watch you deflate and throw a stone into the calm pool of us / my reflection disengaged and came apart violently & by the time it wobbled back together you were gone.

06/17/2003

Posted on 06/17/2003
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