November 5, 2008



Large stones sit like steps
To the cabin on the hill
Although they are actually traps
For broken bones

The cabin is tidy
The women choose their rooms and are left alone
I can only hope they will never meet
The cockroach in the sink

I look out to Roothog
Where the plane went down
I hope it never surfaces
No one can love a skeleton

There is a dog waiting at the door
She looks beyond me into the other world
I reach to pet her
But she rejects my affection

Walk away
Never look back

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