Vapid, empty-- pregnant with my projections
The woman dissembled
her shaking legs;
led to the ground where
cherry blossoms
blow through the field
and heaved.
We ran
disguising their war
with tiney sandals
and heavy, ambrose mist
clawing for that--
they even noticed
your scar.
My true one.
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 6:06 PM UTC
Vapid, empty-- pregnant with my projections
The woman dissembled
her shaking legs;
led to the ground where
cherry blossoms
blow through the field
and heaved.
We ran
disguising their war
with tiney sandals
and heavy, ambrose mist
clawing for that--
they even noticed
your scar.
My true one.
MMXI
This poem is about my fractured virginity.
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