Wednesday, July 11, 2007

And there is something in you that will not be contained, that,
and there is something in you that cannot be housed, there is
something of you that's innate in an airport,
that makes breakfast in handcuffs,
there is something,
there is a,
there is, there is,

there is something in you that cannot be held--
something alone and amazed--
something handless on a bicycle--
something riding over a stone in the crater of an evening--
an eyeball in a broken
cup something, and a grey muzzle
and a bloody tongue,
a red shawl and a rack of teeth

there is something in you that breaks
out at odd moments and eats--
that sacred, a rat:
there is a death in you that is on fire.

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