____ surrounds
me,
irritating
your inability
to fill in
between
the sound
from lips
that wish to open
up,
to send v i br a t ion s,
and jar
the shield
of
yellow
light
where I
am,
a coffee-table
book,
closed.
Friday, April 25, 2008
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