great men.
2006-03-01 12:40 p.m.
heat has made my body hungry, has left me curled and carrying this weight to tile floors and kitchens, wishing for the footsteps of my mother, the way she'd walk around me when i was collapsing.an act of force, the places that have touched rekindle, catch fire, and call me into crying over lost men, men who called me wife and thought i loved them, who put their fingers through me, their hands
unspeakable
and heavy.