Tuesday, May 14, 2013

J. Bradley

I wanted to write 'stay'

on your sides, surround

your bed with oceans

of salt. I hope he folds you

into a fox, loves you

like a splintered arrow,

brandishes the kill

of your lips. May the bouquet

of your hips wither.

May the wolves

forget your name.

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