i glanced along the foreshadowed,
saw the snarling teeth and drool
as they gathered into spit cups and drip pans.
there were ways around
the disassociation,
ways into the dissidence.
but decadence had never been
my strong suit.

i never been
one with piety.

unforgiven, i curled my legs
beneath each other,
folded like a house of cards,
too heavy, one too many on top,
and you had slip-slided into
my eternity, fallen beneath
the layers of onion peeled skin.
and i had welcomed you to
bathe in my womb, ended up
with tormented fingers
woven around rings
that meant little more
than metal.

01/26/2004

Posted on 01/26/2004
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