Friday, May 7, 2010


Following a vulture's shadow down the road
the sun bangs off the pavement
and into my windshield
and sets me to realizing that
without you
i am a flat line
my landscape is saharan
my mouth tastes like sand
and my skin feels like that sun cured husk of a grasshopper
that i found on my windowsill last night

--July, 2009, for my Muse

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