Monday, November 24, 2014

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

who's there?-

an hourglass
where we plot

slipping through.

touch touch touch. do not
disturb flowers

at night, we are in it together,

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,

final breath i get it,

the first anniversary.