BRUISE ON MY THIGH
a milk crate full of milk. not shaped like a sparrow's head. shaped like a sleeping boy's thumb. not saying when will the earthquake erupt? slowly turning into cul-de-sacs. not going to cry alone tonight. the kind of girl who desires rose blossoms. not a love song - a song about funerals in the arctic. a milk crate full of doll heads. never again sleeping in a twin bed without you. an earthquake filled with purple flowers. shaped like a dead bird under the redbud tree. not shaped like a boy wearing a full suit. shaped like a polar bear playing guitar. not shaped like your belt undid in my hands. not saying I will survive, hey hey. shaped like your body dissolving in sunlight.