hum salvation hum

Jul 31, 2005 18:21

the H becomes a
chair upon which we
cannot sit and a
little black girl crying mommy
trips over purses too large for a
future of
hula hoop day dreams and
open lips
and arms
and harmless
little
heel clicks

the clocks have reached their coda and

the alphabet smiles the carpet to sleep.
Previous post Next post
Up