10.11.09

you read my body like a map
finding the quickest route
to Albuquerque
coconut cookies taste
like your mouth
dripping with blood
my teeth leave tattoos
on your lips
peel the aluminum
from under the dermal
he put it there
for radio signals
he wanted to hear
the opera but he
can't speak italian
but you are gone
and the zipper
won't lock me
in your bag
because your eyes
stuck to the ceiling
blink
disapprovingly

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