Mar 20, 2002 23:59
strange face,
glass eyes
you're beautiful
you're my doll
you are not human
you are my
mechanimated
animical
creation
I dreamed you up
from spiderwebbed lace
and cloud nine
acid
imperfection
holiness
happiness
infection
bliss
china,
pewter,
porcelain
imported
snorted
grind
you
up
dust, my dust
in through windows
like sun
like shadows
if I breathe you in
Sleeping Beauty
I will
become
new
and pretty
public,
poetry