open me
 truthfully
       yes          i know                                  (i have your legs)
                                                                poetry
  Â
                                                   love
              his eyes were blue
              he was merely skin and bones. Large hands
              he slept in my bed. I slept in his arms
              he cut into me
              the fear came out in words
remains Â
              at least 23 different trajectories
              were identified
Â
roots grow here.intervening spaces are filled.
Â
              evidence.
              pieces.fracture.heart.
This article appears in Jul 25-31, 2001.
