Saturday, May 22, 2010

Teeth

Something chews me, has got its lips
around the corner of my heart, is
piercing peeled-tomato
flesh and mashing
me like meat, like beef ground, and I
say Stop it, am flinging my long arms wide
and my sharp nails but
it is inside me, it is too late, is it
inside me, is it too late, is it? (Fling my soft arms wide