I LIKE TO HAVE MY HEART ATTACKS ON THURSDAYS

Member since 2003 · Posted 24 May 2003 · 0 comments

Three candle flames, one sea-scented, dance along with Boyz to Men singing about boys to men, and, filled with coffee, Cummington's poet observes the steam rising above my body's rage. All these and gifted salts from sister Crystal converge on my senses with one commonality: the poem they form at my feet drifts over scars, and it sings, it rocks, it gentles me.

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