Thursday, June 3, 2010

St. Carl Lwanga

these strange steps lead me

too close to your body.

so much for sleeping alone,

for sprawling into the night.

under all those eyelashes,

something always sings back to me

when I try to make other plans,

or make myself a home in a strange city.

you put your whole tongue into

those words.

your state bird flies away

faster than I could have imagined.

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