Influx-Outflux
my prosthesis
Thursday, May 31, 2007
the curse
the space of the neuron
flooded with darkness and
anti-Eros.
the mattress up above
the mites down below.
leaching, squeaking out
a semblance of life.
Trickling from
the nostrils that flare.
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