Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Vodka Isometrics

It started in the light
Another day
From my ochre teeth
To Bones
Connected in my feet

Some parts of night
Between matter and skin

It came full circle
Once one had left
Another appeared
Laced with another
Blow or soft bite

Fractured upstairs
Full make up over
Scars found again

She dried off bruises
Saying this time
Next year

These legs
And eyelashes
Will take you

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