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.
This article appears in Jul 25-31, 2001.
