Thursday, April 22, 2010

St. Agapitus of Palestrina (invoked against colic)

bee stings get louder,

rattle their way into our cars.

it is hot enough in here

to crack eggs on our thighs.

this world is soft-boiled.

one little puncture,

and its whole heart spills out.

if it’s early evening,

it’s time for a good cry.

what’s love?

what’s love?

what turns up in the dark?

this harp inside of me

won’t stop wailing.

he goes to kiss me

and tastes nothing but salt.

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