beguiling.
a kite among airplanes;
vetoes gravity in favor of twisting.

she wagers:
a tit, or an ear?
neither more oily;
but both persistent.
we are zoned,
proportioned,
programmed for catastrophe.

nothing seems to assume the role
of catalyst.

not glue,
not fingers,
not tea brewed on the
back porch in a large jar.

what have we become?

11/02/2008

Posted on 11/02/2008
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