Thursday, May 9, 2013


blue mask grab her face 
a small grunt in sleep
mole baby, tuck to my nipple.

seal the steroid air,
tongue of clean oxygen
- a bronchial rape.

' rape me, rape me my friend
rape me, rape me again
am i the only one? '

wake! wake! 
she's not breathing cold am 
there is is a train tunnel 

coming like freight off the moon-
in the desert you hear this
warning all night:

i am the one thing
i am the one thing
i am the one thing

tiny exclamations of surprise
bubble from her heated mouth:
where is the air?

all the midnight trucks pulled over.
the sirens mute, every dog muzzled-
they wait for this child to breathe.

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