Monday, November 25, 2013

I want to bake some
fallin’ in love pie. swallow each bite,
feel it warm in my mouth, warm in my chest
then warm in my stomach, no space
left

just

a warm pink glow about my skin
a nice and slow spread-
ing of it, nice and
slow

it’s a good feeling to have, a good
feeling to have in your lungs –
heaving, even
just as long as they’re
breathing
even

won’t have to pull my sleeves anymore
won’t have to hold my need, won’t
have to scratch my skin anymore
won’t
have a

need

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