Dry luck
flakes fallow forehead.
(I’ve come for you.)
It promises, a hundred times, to grow
and recklessly rakes the earth.
My nails: long, pointed, poignant.
Digging into and in with my hands.
Crossing and holing XXO
(I love you but you’re lost.)
Jun 23, 2011
Jun 23, 2011 at 1:46 AM UTC
Dry luck
flakes fallow forehead.
(I’ve come for you.)
It promises, a hundred times, to grow
and recklessly rakes the earth.
My nails: long, pointed, poignant.
Digging into and in with my hands.
Crossing and holing XXO
(I love you but you’re lost.)
