Saturday, September 25, 2010

Bl. Herman the Cripple

we fell asleep

in the backseat.

the windows were

left rolled down.

seats sticky with dew,

vertebrae bent and twisted.

as we slept, the sky turned

the deepest blue, then darkness.

when we woke up

entangled & cold,

the trunk of your car

was full of violets.

little pots

all lined up.

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