November 7, 2004

It’s in your blood.
She walked over to the window. the locks, stubbornly, would not awaken.
a glass shard snickered at her eyes.
(a glass rocks itself to sleep on the edge)
there was once
just upon a time
the top of the hill
never learned how to
apologize like a normal human being.

Stop eating the young, she screamed.
forget all the stupid things.

beat up on yourself. it’s in your blood.
clockwork apples never appealed to the oranges that spiced oregeno. Seeds in our hands, like children. unwanted, bicycle accidents. she just kept falling.

you were never what I was waiting for.


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