Hold the straight pins in your mouth; (their pastel heads glimmer in teeth-light.)
your hands like thistles
prick the skin so lightly
leave stippled pink scratches
on the part of myself
that never sees the sun
that trembles under touch
my body is a nest full of
little open mouths
and I do not want
you to fill them
jamie, it's dan jusinski - i wish i could write like you! hope you don't mind if i follow your blog. how's it been?
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jamie, it's dan jusinski - i wish i could write like you! hope you don't mind if i follow your blog.
how's it been?
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