The day the scissors fucked our eyes

We marched downward in packs toward
that bubbling swamp of phallic denial and pink jewelry boxes
Our blotchy exterior confusing other predators
Bewildered by the first hint of diversion
we went extinct

I want to turn off all the lights in my office
and whisper to you under my desk

To grasp a clean throat in the dark is a godsend

To watch all the light disappear from your eyes is what I'm waiting for

07/17/2008

Posted on 07/18/2008
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