Monday, April 26, 2010

St. Anacletus

maybe I’m just like that girl

with the rings under her eyes.

the one you said you’d never kiss

again. she threw the pillows

and all the sheets out the window.

everything fell into a bed of

the darkest tulips.

she told me that you called down

and asked her to come back up,

undress, and lie there as if

all that sound

never happened.

you pressed your lips

to the back of her neck.

I shudder just thinking about it.

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