Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Sts. Nereus, Achilleus, Domitilla & Pancras

yesterday was a singed lampshade. today

is a clanking radiator. tomorrow

will be a sagging windowsill.

you told me that your chest

could be my resting place. it heaves

like a billowed sail.

our lives are swelling outward. I touch

you and you don’t even stir in the sheets.

I trace your vertebrae. I feel no heat,

only bones stacked as tall as dinner plates.

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