Friday, June 25, 2010

Prosper of Aquitaine

in this heat, I feel as if

I should be spooning myself

back into my sweltering frame.

there are two kinds

of grace in this world

and the better of the two

is pooling under my eyes,

strolling down past the corners

of my lips, taut like a ribbon.

I open my mouth and glisten.

I’m attempting to drink

more than my share

of the oceans.

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