Thursday, March 24, 2011

I dangle off the eaves of your house

hoping you'll look out the window

and relieve me of my showmanship--

QUICK!!!--my hands are growing

slippery--this is no time

to put on your imperious princess routine--

QUICK........-- damn it--

stuck feet up out of your bed of nightshade

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