Saturday, November 29, 2008

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

i hope they stand in a line because i want to get to all of them

i began to belch to tell her the anatomy of the breast: lobules, glands, ducts.
and then i wanted to never do anything alone again
so i came to know her respiration
and i found she is a wave, sternum to hip the waves came and went
and like a plain: with a bog and the grass connected to her stomach
i do hope i'm not alone here,
i feel sorrow for staying inside so long.