Influx-Outflux
my prosthesis
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
my pleasure.
i burned my tongue
on the tea you used to drink.
then i leaned back on my arms and
breathed deep the solid black night air.
i slapped at mosquitoes.
and watched our blood lazily
leak from the spot on my palm.
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