Friday, January 30, 2009

Ike, Mike and Mustard.

1.     "All women become like their mothers. That's their tragedy. No man does. That's his."


3.  "I re-sew all the buttons on my coat
      even if they aren't loose
      and for once, I'm not afraid.
      My limbs freeze inward
      and not even the sodium streaked sidewalks 
      conquer the way I do.
      I am sweltering
      and you are not the source.
      I breathe you out like a cupped kiss
      into traffic
      now fluttering somewhere between Unsure and Unwilling.
      I take my time
      because I realize now, it is mine.
      Foreheads to the ground
      Iced branches tilted downward
      And not a penny out of pocket.
      Everything bows down to winter.
      Not I. "

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