She Comes From Somewhere probably from the bellybutton or from the shoe under the bed, or maybe from the mouth of the shark or from the car crash on the avenue that leaves blood and memories scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong under an asphalt moon. she comes from screams stuffed with cotton. she comes from hands without arms and arms without bodies and bodies without hearts. she comes out of cannons and shotguns and old victrolas. she comes from parasites with blue eyes and soft voices. she comes out from under the organ like a roach. she keeps coming. shes inside of sardine cans and letters. shes under your fingernails pressing blue and flat. shes the signpost on the barricade smeared in brown. shes the toy soldiers inside your head poking their lead bayonets. shes the first kiss and the last kiss and the dogs guts spilling like a river. she comes from somewhere and she never stops coming me, and that old woman: sorrow
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 05:06:39 +0000
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