September 27, 2009

you are so pretty

with your confidence
and your dedication
to the domestic

furnishing your
home with all
manner of delicate
objects;

but the night
will rob you,
will starve you

the night
will empty
your house
and turn you
inside out

and there you
lay, on your
carpet:

pulsing and amoebic,
doing nothing
but wanting everything

but mostly,
alone

1 comment:

nakeya b. said...

i just read 3 or 4 of your poems
they're tite