January 2011
4 posts
currency was a cat that evening in the alley
and there were others
who bartered bodies in the
neighborhood that night. the way
your nails grow for
the bend of my backbone. a puddle
wet sock for moonlight in the
desert. the economic equivalent to
knuckle hair. bath tub water well
worn by a woman’s body for
tomorrow’s news paper. stolen
rocks for a lock of hair.
cats trade...
