Mar 15, 2008 14:00
i'm not sure
where i've been.
i've been
making mistakes,
digging holes
in my belly,
fighting flies
from some decay.
making lists
of things i've done
forgetting
what i've left to do.
i'm feeling empty,
breaking branches,
mending bones.
it's something
decomposing
but not rotten
yellow leaves
or banana peels.
alluding to death
in little spits
of distaste.