05 November 2009

p.a.d....day four

Maybe Next Time

Maybe next time she won't spill over like a shaker of salt,
maybe she'll shake the habit, shake it like
a single-serving salt packet


tear here),

maybe she'll slip into something a little more comfortable

(scratch the surface--

when it rains it pours),

maybe next time she'll buy the shamelessness on credit,
get wasted at the kitchen table, fingers clutching
the flushing white pillar of her neck,

(after the excavation--

a crystalline shower).

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