be still and quiet,
twig baby. i have made
requests that they come
and piece you into their
family. they come calling at odd hours
looking for a body to
imprint their ways. be still
and be cautious, i have made claims that mad men
soak dishes in. it is a dark water,
but no darker
than what you have bled in.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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