fresh water for rotting flowers
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
how we grab for our chunk of
sweet,
frosted,
vanity.
we don't wait for the plate.

making sure bloodlines
never run thin.

the colder bodies
passing the warmer ones
the boxes.

boxes of tradition.
predjudice.
fear.

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