Mar. 17 am
Salt rapt neoprene
skinned, I emerge seal-faced, all
eyes, humming with light.
Mar. 17 pm
Twelve years chopsticked: my
organs swapped soft spots, your arc
of stars trilled henna.
-for PB
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
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