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the offering

my apology catches
on my uvula
and bangs up against my teeth
I feel sometimes
like a wind-up jaw
clicking in circles
you turn the keys in my ears
sometimes the silence
through my insides leaves me
sticky and broken
sometimes the silence
slips through
steel guitar string doesn't make
the slightest
I miss some days
the bleeding
out the bottoms of my feet
but mostly I want
to heal
without the help
of saline and saliva
perhaps to heal
with a kiss and a joyride
over knees and bellies
perhaps an offering
of all the beauty
I can draw out of your body

22 Mar 07

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