Wednesday, July 15, 2009


I seek shelter in her pubis
A nuisance
She fingers my carcass
Dry skin sprinkles down on a soiled mattress
Treat the infected area
With a cream-colored salve

Twice, daily

The vacuum hums a song of starting over
I’m swept into the trash
Next to rotten take-out
On top of all the pictures of us

The lid closes
I’m left alone
With my thoughts

And the soothing mew of jawless maggots

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