Monday, September 27, 2010


she turns her dress inside out. imagining god in the seams. spitting on stuck zippers. pieces of skin caught in them.

she auctions her skin. in pale reproductions. of the woman she once was. the staples. just shy. the knife. too weak.

she tells god how disappointed she is. I've seen enough heaven to know that blood is all they understand.

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