Tuesday, December 7, 2010

j: posts on identity at le meme temps, mon cherie?

i am a fountain of blood
a slow fall of golden threads down the back
a treasure chest of liquid-pumping pets
i keep them inside, i feed them well

i am a warm fleshed burrow for wind
my heart, a bird
my ribs, her cage
i am a cavern to be filled
an inside and an outside
a hunger and a satisfaction
i am many colors

in the shape of a girl

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