suppose she's just like you
grinding herself into broken glass
latching on to anything warm blooded
& still breathing.

maybe sometimes she is you
bleeding her disease onto another
person's thighs forgetting to count
just how many.

this door when closed doesn't fill
in the space but you my dear
have her face.

i suppose it is distracting to be wanted
so many places at the same time to be
so many people at the same time but
she, she's surviving just fine...

you are still tripping over bed sheets.

09/13/2004

Posted on 09/14/2004
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