Saturday, August 7, 2010

St. Cajetan (patron of the unemployed)

cross everything out

and start over.

lie down and cover

yourself with light.

there once was a sea

and the sea was as slick

as oil.

as smooth as your hair

pulled taut into braids

that lie politely on

your back.

smoke pours out

of the ocean

and my eyes burn.

they are as red

as the old barn.

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