My nerves are all
mud bubbles, swamp
and gators. I'm in
the cattail long grass,
looking toward you,
and longing for the
predictable barrenness of
that stoic desert
where snakes have
no real place to hide.
I should be away
From your mysteries.
I should be in the desert.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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