Thursday, December 9, 2010

St. Juan Diego


I tore all the books

off of the shelves

looking for your name.


Nothing. I heard you

crying at the kitchen table.


I took your halo

and smashed it

like a dinner plate.


by this time tomorrow,

I want to be sleeping alone.


you are chalk in

my mouth,


eyelashes caught

behind these lids.

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