There was a fire over the hill.
I could see the glow and as we moved
along the road I tried to find its source
Tree silhouetted
Moving with the sky
I sleep on the bus and rock and
let it hum -- feel the road through
my pelvis--
growing.
Voice dry from singing. explosion
of hot breath and spit
expulsion of sound
Breathless! Strung across my bones is the
taut want of my soul and the
angry desire--like a wound--to
be fully bloomed
A gorgeous slip of a girl a
streaking blur of sun a marvelous
staggeringly warm piece of eart
I am so simple.
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