Sunday, November 27, 2011

Emaciated

Hallowed valley of
promise milk and
honey promises a
constant gift from him of
a safe and steady
blanket pillow sort of
reliable comfort like a
friend like
sleeping like eye fluttering
vision like hunger like chewing like
her mouth and your mouth and
your mouth and mouths and
like learning so many lessons and
finally bawling and
gasping
and
a bus from
here to
New York City that
never leaves and
never arrives and
never
happened and
you actually
hated me but
I dream and
dream
and
dream
and
I dream
and
curse and
dream
and
you faked the entire thing

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