Brown haired-woman
to brown-eyed man,
then to snake at dawn,
when man thinks
he is talking
to God.
Fruit to mouth,
lip to lip,
snake slithering away.
Man comes –
woman gives fruit.
Both banished from here.
More room for me.
Fucking she-bears –
all the same.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
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