my teeth ache
and i think of you
strange, the things
that touch me when
i am alone with my
paper tongue and short
fingers

i am sure the mermaids
will not turn you away

waiting, intermittently
breathing, like a fish who
has learned to inhale
out of water

this is the part where
you should turn to me and say
the curtain has fallen
and touch my mouth as

lightly as sunlight on
the faces of the blind

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2007
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