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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