Saturday, April 5, 2014

npm: 04.05


The body wept.
Through the night
through the sheets
saturates corners
of dreams
pirate ship of rhombus
rose and dipped the sea
wooden hips of mermaid mast
swivel eights empty
salt, flesh,
when i wake up
to stay afloat
I bobby pin the clouds to me.

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