Friday, December 28, 2007

How I Let the Tiger Out

swallowed all the ice hidden under your sink, thumbed your spit from my thighs onto my eye glasses, fingered the cracks in your walls, stowed your seed & fly eggs behind my smile, rolled my eyes back and rocked until the seizures stopped, slipped sugar into the gas tank of a jaguar parked on your sister's street, used your slingshot on the windshield of a cop car, sewed your curtains into a sling: hauled our baby --fat, mirror-colored, furred -- climbed the chainlink and offered him up

4 comments:

Collin said...

Damn. You are really cooking right now. All the work you've posted recently has really moved me.

Christine said...

Thanks, Collin! I've already rewritten it a bit.

Valerie Loveland said...

Love mirror-colored.

Christine said...

Thanks, Valerie.