Sunday, November 1, 2009

Hi, Don't Come Closer

I was a botched attempt in human sacrifice
sweeping the lighthouse.
Every wave was a symbol
smashed into the rocks.

I was a beached priest.
I came here to see cross-sections
of the shore.
Sure enough, the city reflected in your bedroom window,
swallowed up.

I had a creamy upper lip.
I was climbing a rusty staircase
to your ankle.
You waved with a stiff arm
like you meant
Hi, Don’t come closer.

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