Archive for September 4, 2007

Blow

{ September 4, 2007 @ 10:41 pm } · { poetry, prose }
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The snake twists and bites
Itself in the tail. Deformed
The shape is a heart.
Or so we say. I blew it.
It squeaks as it is caressed,
Or under duress.
As you strike out,
From empty air
My spit explodes all over.