253. January 12, 2011
Light a deep-red motive, put these slivers
Of dried communion candle wax
In your pockets, you'll need a certain sacrilege
Of luck submitting to hand-cranked devices
Electric lit mags at risk for dropping stitches
In your knitting, your pale tea boils over
No one wants to read about eating
As sexual sublimation-- sleeping alone
Like the bad-taste tongue
Surrounded by an arc of baby teeth-
Shaped pillows, shut your metaphors--
Pears for voluptuous bodies in charcoals
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