Friday, April 16, 2004

internal connections made on
withdrawn midnight thoughts-
love disperses
and rehearses preconceived spills.
a silver reflection of face
lines that tell tales
starting with
"before we were marred..".
too tightly i held on
to a jealous nature that
wasn't even mind to begin with.
and all that's left
are those sketchy outlines of
him,
gargoyle-posing,
in that little church garden.
after all these dog years,
broken through the glass,
i found out why he wore
only that
tshirt in the snow.
hello, is this the returns desk?
i'd like to send back this information.

*bettie* at 3:20 PM