Tuesday, January 6, 2009

featureless tongues

we begin sleep with eyes closed open
as our shoulders carry stones into dreams
we throw plates at the sunlight
who peers through chicken wired doors

i’ll tuck you in over my throat.

you called the casket
i was the pallbearer
to this sunny morning shadow
with graves wide closed
we loved like slanted echoes

blankets could not warm cold twined feet
we swung from the ceiling and tore tendered hearts
my wrists twist to your tightened skin
you talked with elbows
as our spines met the wall

we wear tape across our lips
carefully knitting ourselves into imagination
carved into sunken cheeks

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