11.24.2005
11.19.2005
My Body
The ground shakes open;
On sky?
Or Earth?
Toward something that will break.
Razor and the warmth of water
Flowing
You quietly sleep somewhere I rarely see.
Naked, showering:
My clothes hang on a hook near the door
I’ll wash my hair.
The ground shakes open;
On sky?
Or Earth?
Toward something that will break.
Razor and the warmth of water
Flowing
You quietly sleep somewhere I rarely see.
Naked, showering:
My clothes hang on a hook near the door
I’ll wash my hair.