Thursday, July 5, 2012

No More Mister Night, Guys.

For the oriental rugs that
are shipped from the east,
the west has become increasingly
reassured that the ground will be
covered and the dirt will be
ambiguous and obsolete.
I am not so sure how the
Palestine princesses feel about
this. Advancing suns,
lolligagged gardens,
bound feet, and blistered
breasts from the heat.
We eat snakes and freeze
in mid-handshake because
that is the woman's prowess.

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