Thursday, September 29, 2011

one two one heads

i sit in this space and stare
at your hands until they are numb
and the batteries are dead
and we change spaces and repeat this
until our insides are hollow
or we feel some hopelessness
and my brain hurts
and my toes are cold

1 comment:

  1. "and we change spaces and repeat this
    until our insides are hollow"

    damn, this is beautiful. excellent as always, Cassandra.

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