I'm sick
from the
blood,
belittle
starry-eyed massacres.
flash a gunshot—
burst balloons
downtown.
taste the sole of my
shoe
this old city
is my circulatory system.
I'm the historiographer
I'm the chemical
dissolver.
Monday, November 2, 2009
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