Saturday, December 18, 2010


The blue line burn ripple down a lucid clump and besmirch
smooth skin, pink and narrow. Spoons. Down the hallway
hardwood slats, her sulk place overlooks the sound. The sea,
the nausea. Her trawler with nets heavy. I within blue line
and lithium haze nuts. Teakettle bone proper.

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