Friday, May 15, 2009

Three Poems by wiredwriter

sharp


cutting my lip
on the edge

of the lid i
realize nothing

matters more
than blood






vulva


the door opened and he came in
opened the fridge doors
thought of her
she was on the road
business
he grabbed a beer
the tv didn't work
he couldn't watch the news
it was snowing
and she was gone








body


the body died
in a corner
it sulked as it
died and it

told everyone
of its wishes
as it lost
its life

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