September 22, 2011
I stared at the
Long black hair
Stretched like
Calligraphy over your rug
Just before you smeared a salve
On each eye,
Like pencil over paper,
Rubbing, tracing a leaf underneath,
Then somehow
A new skin slipped
Itself over
And I lost
Arms and legs,
But your tongue was forked.
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January 23, 2011
One winding tree branch,
Like a large solid snake,
Sits by the road,
Terrifying muddy tires
With its sharp, splintered,
Two-pronged tongue.
Separated forever,
Ripped from the family tree
By its rebellious breakaway
During a storm’s distraction,
It becomes as Nebuchadnezzar,
Eating grass and finding claws
To grip the earth.
