Poem

Wed, Jul 25, 2001 at 12:00 am

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open me
truthfully
yes i know (i have your legs)

poetry

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
at least 23 different trajectories
were identified

roots grow here.intervening spaces are filled.

evidence.
pieces.fracture.heart.

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