Thursday, September 15, 2011

Bee line.

IF being was fat and what it suggests then
The air admiring between us

Would not negate our address--

There would be an edible line,

And I would fatten this line

And consume the weight.

Obsese, ill-fed,
I would arrive.

My belly would impair the white hill and mimic the moon;
You would eat it up and in lying next to me

Be happy in local honey--cupping handfuls--

No cops.

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