when i saw you hovering there
some little
brown thing
i thought of my nails
scraping across pink flesh
the amassing of skin under
their beds
know this
had I been born from some kind of egg
hatched as a larvae
thirsty for blood meal
the weight of the tortillas
might not have felt
so light in my hand
as I brought them to you
speed like colors
against a cabinet door
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 8:21 PM UTC
when i saw you hovering there
some little
brown thing
i thought of my nails
scraping across pink flesh
the amassing of skin under
their beds
know this
had I been born from some kind of egg
hatched as a larvae
thirsty for blood meal
the weight of the tortillas
might not have felt
so light in my hand
as I brought them to you
speed like colors
against a cabinet door