Sunday, November 29, 2009


Does it even ruffle a feather
Of your proud peacock tail, does it
Mean anything that these few
Obvious, indulgent months--

Full of silences and petty bickering
Underneath which lies weak resolve and
Codependence, masked with half-assed
Kisses--will end with two Japanese dolls for

You, and the memory of a few
Orgasms for me? Does it needle you, that
Underlying all of that, no molten ore,

Dense with heat or iron will, no.

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