11th letter
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Nearly uncontrollable
with little pause.
Not unlike
the longest unzipping
of your life.
Paradiso. (The vicious mouths.)
Friday, October 23, 2009
Your god fucked me last night with his tongue.
He crawled under the table and lifted my skirt.
He said, “Sin for me.”
He said, “Beg for my forgiveness.”
He said, “Moan my name.”
He drank my absolution and I rubbed on Mary with Jesus between my breasts.
The devil stood in the doorway rubbing his dick,
Alighieri penned and everyone else wore the veils.
Before the coating broke.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
It’s an odd feeling to be told the same thing so many times.
Odder still is feeling the truth that someone else means.
It seems like it should be a weight but,
it is feather light.
But after it all, I felt the heavy that comes with being viewed.
The genuineness made me lose my balance.
Quite literally.
