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.
Ghosts: All these things you puff.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Baby,
I see you laying there, quietly reading with your legs spread.
Baby,
The wine is making my heart drunk… Leave at dawn, before I wake.
Baby,
I could love you forever if I wanted to live in a standstill.
Baby,
The tornadoes are going to hit, come watch with me from the roof.
Baby,
Someone else kissed me on Christmas when they gave me a stolen treasure from a London museum.
Baby,
I’ve left all my luck to waste.
Baby,
You’ve never been my baby.
