Saturday, January 17, 2015

Fever Dream 2

I stand and move
the tip of my tongue like a lost cow
the jewel between my breasts sparkling testament
I stand and move on soft feet
raid cabinets
pass gas
turn my shirt inside out
deny everything
I stand and move through a black house
sleeping standing up
fever has me in its arms
I wish I could stand and move in the dark
move from this bed to the perfect
where perfect arms fold around me
brush sweaty bangs off
 my forehead
and I disappear
all the pain leaking out like sweat
I am 30 years old.
I am busted up broken
I've run out of beds
I'm hungry,
nothing to eat

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