the crossing.
2005-06-17 6:54 p.m.
you tore at me as though i was only teeth, a serpentine sentence set up for unwinding, and all my secrets underneath were begging for reprievefrom this violence with its senseless surges, it's purging qualities, the long days of the summer growing longer to match me, recognizably forgotten
this is how i suited myself to going over that fence, i took the mysteries of life and robbed them of their subtle pretense, leaving us to cuddle with our loosely bound skins, leaving us to struggle without witness.