Thursday, August 19, 2004

New poem!

Comments?

Love is All Around

Your breath this morning, foul, loved


out the window, hammering, overlapping
chattering


my tongue so far down your throat I can
taste
Wednesday’s dinner, corn and roses


an old man in army boots stumbles down
a bright alley


marks from previous floods on the walls


stones older than Christ the hum
of flies


screech of birds, unseen


Now I lock myself in the bathroom
and shrink
I am small enough to slip under the door


sneak into the toe of your boot you will wear me
squashed and red a foolish tick


dark around the edges
shadows or burn marks in the bedroom add
contrast


the negative space of your forehead my thumb


smoothing your brows
left, right, left

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's hard to read on the blog page (It's all squinty! I'm old!) but the poem on this comment page is pretty good. A little gross on that I-can-taste-Wed.'s-meal bit. I'm assuming it's Thurs. morning.

So you linked to my blog (sodaddictionary), thanks, I linked back. I figure you got it from Snider's blog? I think maybe I saw work there of yours once, or maybe a picture. Can't remember. Anyway, looking forward to trying to read your blog in the future -

Jason
http://www.livejournal.com/users/okokdomodomo

Christine said...

Thanks, Jason.

Anonymous said...

hiya amy u sexy beast! :D