parable
Monday, March 10th, 2008draft one
We grew up.
Sleight of hand would make us
the imagined, the polaroid
of me laying side by side
with you, water logged.
Ceremony of smoke burned
and wished on. I was afraid
to breathe.
Ceremony of this yoke of
union. I did not dream of
leaving you alone.
It threaded me. Through the molasses
night. The water beating down.
Dead sail laid cross the […]