Sunday, February 10, 2008

The breaking of the bread


more hungry than ever all night long
I am burning and can't say how
everything disagrees except your hands
both of them on my chest the unstable


I had written you a letter about This
just a few words with a drawing
Have you drunk it?
If not, please do! It is all my bread.

Think of my skin as you drink it.

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