Saturday, December 5, 2009

Sing a torch song


dressed to undress, finger zippers
rip seams pallor wrapped, shouldn't
talk shop, match my bite marks
my bites bite for bite. It's a look
pumping me, feigning interest,
check out the competition, eat
my heart, a mushroom, a truffle
grows underfoot, no breakfast
no answer, no interest, where it
failed. Disappear in that direction
old snake eater trick, she asked
about you, do you have the match?

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