Sunday, October 16, 2011

was what

thought i was what
needing, heaving, couldn't cope
flames and cat wire
thru the soft cell
scrub inside the gentle olive skin

thought i was what
bent over double
stab me up there where what
not to have been
not to slice there
open my mouth
and go there too in the name
of aid

thought i was what
desperate woman
make the moan
and make those noises
cannot stifle
hand over mouth
bite thru finger
grimace and wear wrong wrinkles on
once lovely luminous latte skin

thought i just can't take anymore
it hadn't started yet.