Busted wisps of anticipation
lay stranded on the floor bedside,
no longer harbored by my mind.

Lethargically they lay in repose
painfully ripped from my grasp:
fierce like a stab to the kidney.

All I hear is the slurping noise:
my intestines sucked through my navel
extinguishing my illusion of life.

His meaty lips flicked over mine
mashing our tongues together and
rubbing noses like grandma’s do
to their grandchildren; his hand
pulling me in by the back of my neck—
he stroked my heart, constricting my veins:

“I’m sorry, good-bye.”

09/08/2004

Posted on 11/29/2004
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