Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Like a Prayer
Down on my knees
-- Madonna

Then, the letters sticking in your mouth,
you tell the used car dealer exactly what

color you’re looking for. We hold hands
under the tin awning, the rain buzzing

like a hive on fire. The engine of your
face turns to me, and I ask when you

can choke me again. You put your finger
to my lips, worried that the dealer will

hear us. I watch your new tattoo bleed
limp ink, and the tiger on your shoulder
closes his eyes, as if too tired to answer.

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4 Comments:

Blogger Novice Naturalist said...

Yes

1:07 PM  
Blogger Cathy Kozak said...

Your poetry never fails to both stir and shake me! This is intense.

6:49 PM  
Blogger Christine said...

Thanks, Ms. Naturalist -- you came from far away to read this, and Cathy, I am so grateful you're even reading my work!

7:24 PM  
Blogger Kimberly Kaye said...

Ice through veins. This is a win.

1:57 PM  

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