Tuesday, June 26, 2012

cured (when)

cured (when)


when they gut me
and hang me
up to cure

they’ll wonder
how they can ever
eat all those words


when i stare
at the reasons
long enough

everything runs together
like the alphabet
of my blood trickled

on the sidewalk
where your footprints
track my incurable disease


when i lay birds at your feet
and leave mice at your door
i am your feral cat domesticated

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