October 28, 2008 at 5:13 pm (Uncategorized) (, , )

i had a million different organs

and broke every single one

with that last sip, seawater

on my tongue; i would have

painted the moon turquoise,

i would have blotted out the sun

and kept our paper-thin night lasting

for days

and then months

and then years.

(when that silver arm reached its limit, i

bent it back.  i wanted to hear the screech

of its breaking and laugh at our ending.)

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