Saturday, December 4, 2010

St. John of Damascus

I finally learned how to

go wild. I put the bells

in my mouth and shook

my head out the car window.

my skirt fluttered in the

wind and all the requests

on the radio show put runs

in my tights.

I waited for myself

to come home. I sat under

the yellow lamp with my hands

between my thighs.

if I had one more hand,

I’d place it on the doorknob

to my own house, enter

without knocking,

explain to my own

worried eyes

where I’ve been.

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