Monday, December 27, 2010

St. John


your thighs are

the turrets to

my house


you said to me

as I took a bite

out of an apple


that didn’t taste

like much of

anything at all.


your teeth

are diamonds

I found in the snow


you said to me

as I tossed the core

into the bathtub


just to see it float.


I didn’t tell you

what I did last night

because I knew

you’d scream.


you said to me

as the apple bobbed


and the water

grew cold.


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