I went away for a weekend, and I think my refrigerator wrote this.
Written on My Wall
We incubate lies together
like love or drunken dreams
then heave and pant
under ugly weakness
stop
rip it out please
say it --
not
in a whisper
Who will want you when it's over?
some say always.
not me.
07/28/07
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