Saturday, December 22, 2012

Palms/Psalms

Palms

full moon radishes
tiny sisters, bright
in our cloudy hands

Psalms

You secretless scoundrel:
I see your brain splayed carefully open
An unapologetic dissection
Like the Bible opened neatly
To Psalms, sing-songing, slithering, serpentine
Through my daydreams, my gray matter

You evil, instinctual, gorgeous animal!

How can I hate you
When you are so undoubtedly me?

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