The god-being
takes off her jacket
and
sits down on the edge of my bed.
She cradles a crinkling,
noisy bag of twinkling
cold coronas.
The god-being says:
"I got two for you,
one for me."
The god-being
is wearing one of my black beaters
and the pin-up nurse
on her left-shoulder
is splayed and exposed.
The nurse's body opens up
into a flaring
of too-long legs
and distended ****
The god-being
is curled away from me
her whole being is
wrapped up
in holding the bag.
Wrapped up
in holding those sounds contained.
The god-being
unfurls herself
finally
and reveals the three
golden bodies.
The nurse
is no longer bloated
and stretched.
The god-being turns
to me,
two coronas in her right
one in her left.
The god-being spiders
up to me.
Crawling over the bed,
making space-time
dimples
in the scratchy fabric
with the two sap-colored bottles
in her tiny creative hands
and the sadness
that she has created me
to look at her.
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 12:51 AM UTC
The god-being
takes off her jacket
and
sits down on the edge of my bed.
She cradles a crinkling,
noisy bag of twinkling
cold coronas.
The god-being says:
"I got two for you,
one for me."
The god-being
is wearing one of my black beaters
and the pin-up nurse
on her left-shoulder
is splayed and exposed.
The nurse's body opens up
into a flaring
of too-long legs
and distended ****
The god-being
is curled away from me
her whole being is
wrapped up
in holding the bag.
Wrapped up
in holding those sounds contained.
The god-being
unfurls herself
finally
and reveals the three
golden bodies.
The nurse
is no longer bloated
and stretched.
The god-being turns
to me,
two coronas in her right
one in her left.
The god-being spiders
up to me.
Crawling over the bed,
making space-time
dimples
in the scratchy fabric
with the two sap-colored bottles
in her tiny creative hands
and the sadness
that she has created me
to look at her.
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