Monday, November 24, 2014

viruses simply will not do.
the body i sold to put-

who's there?-

into
an hourglass
where we plot

slipping through.

touch touch touch. do not
disturb flowers

at night, we are in it together,
except

the ones who cannot sleep,
petals blanched

holding them desperately
i seek a smell.

scent is what shrivels first
and is the first memory as well

which is why we don't remember
being born.

someday i will find you.

than i will save the world,

at
the
final breath i get it,

the first anniversary.