Saturday, July 10, 2010

Sts. Rufina & Secunda

the water is too shallow.

the hem of my skirt

is barely wet.

so much for weighing

myself down, so much for

discovering the bottom

of this muddy river.

waiting for your phone call

is the hottest kind of music.

I sweat through everything.

I discard the leaves

and start eating only stems

just trying to get closer

to the root of things.

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