les pauvres cœurs


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

050709

I'll sleep in sunlight
go to bed with the moon humming
low in my ear sky
with blue scratches and wee babes waking
thier parents before the sun.
I am an in-between moment --
I am promises popping like
fireworks in fog,
holding color, dripping light
across a thousand scattered faces

Liebe, how do you fall asleep writing
with the pen in your hand

the cat's purring

I want Wednesday off. I want to go to the beach with a stack of books and sandwiches and beer.
I like all of these things.

I am cactus shade in the desert
to cool your feet;
chewed upon to quench thirst,
never mind the spines.

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