sleeping vagiants by Desdemona Sinestra
my crypt is a bottle
with lips up and down its sides and bottom
the aching neck shivers up and bubbles like a syringe
cheeks are flushed
not a swallow did she take
i didn't know we didn't know how to find out what we know
the face down float
the sleep in a heap
the crypt finds its own fingers
and touches everything
and gets everything so sweaty
not a swallow did she take
she was only dragging my lake
06/09/2011 Posted on 06/10/2011 Copyright © 2024 Desdemona Sinestra
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