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it sounds like dying but tastes like living. (Free verse) by skaskowski
IIIi carved a corkscrew out of the
closet door with my hands
and made a new red and brown rug out of
shavings and fingernail fragmentsSSS.
"she built a tent over
my head
while i slept.
i woke up and was rolling
down a hill down a road
towards the woods.
but i didnt know it".
?she covered me with arsenic kisses
head to toe to belly button to shoulders
the bottom of my feet even.
so that when i walk i walk on her memory
a memory of painful silence?
1so when i rolled over and fell off
2the cart
3onto the muddy drop-off,
4i rolled down and down and nearly
5smothered myself
5face down in the wet soil.
you're not good enough
and you're
not good enough
so go away from me.
i'll use you.
and you'll use me
to make a bridge with my body
from here to the end.
andyou'renotgoodenough
andyou'renotgoodenough.
you are not good enough
to be my next obsession.
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Posted: September 15, 2002 9:29 PM PDT; Last modified: September 15, 2002 9:29 PM PDT
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