they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, August 20, 2007

shrinking


sometimes i wish
i could make a miniature, sweeter version
of myself
sort of like a mandarin orange —
easier to handle
and to digest
cuter
smaller
lighter —
but still juicy enough
to satisfy
even the most ravished craving

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