Tuesday, January 5, 2016

the bees, 
my throat dry as a dam(n) river. 
left hand grabbing, moving, pulsing, pushing
the world far away. 
you visit the same stars
in orgasm 
that you do during a seizure. 

the center of the earth is hot like a 
wood burning stove 
right in the middle, 
"show me where"

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