Saturday, August 25, 2007

[i drew myself]

i drew myself
into your bath, with a blue
crayon. let my hair
stick to your soap,
sipped ginger tea
from the mug with
its eyes

your cat
tightropes the tub's
ledge, whiskers me
while Jill's silk tongue
spins in the kitchen.

i save your
spices under my
nails, soak in the dark
with your rice. i
roll your image
until it's green, then light it
between my lips
when you're not


Anonymous Trademark Solicitor said...

What a raw, interesting poem. Spoken I assume from the perspective of a child? It seems to possess that childlike naivety but so incredibly well crafted into the speaker's voice.

5:07 AM  

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