On a Wednesday sentient
with swallows two or three
I grew up in the shade.

Starving, I gathered tufts
in a thickness, the cat-hair
atoning for, which music
ruffled like cochlea between
taut ruddy muscle and the

growing through
my hands and feet

(walking home still
from the video store
last night I was still
walking through rain
of late spring still
dying with a floral
noise and peppered
by the spill of floral
essence). My fingers
are in bloom:

see how they turn
through this growing up
on Wednesday to find
Renee flickers like a
late spring rain in stillness:

(she's already and
always asleep) this
might be a perfection
I hadn't noticed:

eating the voluminous
damage from
years ago.

A cat
licking herself
gets hair-balls
in her belly.
I won't choke!

I won't
make a sound
to displace
my lover's
sleep.

2003/05/07 11:40:15


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