Tuesday, September 21, 2010

memories are smoking guns

Memories are smoking guns
In the hands of girls
with black painted nails
and curse words on their lips.

Investigating the organs
and what makes
the heart
with such violence.

The sharp insistent pain
of electricity coursing

violating, all sensation.

She offers a glance
steps toward,

gets close enough
that we
graze lips.

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