Monday, January 24, 2011

She Labeled Herself Void

A corpse is drifting down the river,
The water is warm and the current will carry to the sea.
Limbs are limp, and eye lids are leaden.

She'll become a mermaid and float her whole dead life
In the company of ocean colors and fishes and swaying blades of grass.
Talking to herself, day and night.


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