Tuesday, March 15, 2011

everybody is busy or having sex

in a tower
in a nunnery, you are
watched by centipedes
that crawl over her face,
kept just above eye level by gravity,
they seem to look down on you.
they prevent her from
conveying an emotion
about your gnomish features
but she can't remove them -
she has no hands.
give her your hands.
you crumple after the exchange,
wish you could have given claws.

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