once upon a time
I went
nuclear--
with a cellular decon
struction
five-point-two on the Richter.
I will mend it?
drinking worm-wood bitters
from the husk of a fallen star
let.
reddened hair spilt over my pillow.
do
sit
down,
you're making me
nervous.
my darling
self
shines.
Friday, 8 August 2008
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