Sunday, June 14, 2009

Part 8 of 23: Song of the Sunday Ghost

from Monday, January 12, 2009

I told you this house was upside down,
its hard-wood ceilings and spackled
stucco floors still stain my soft feet
with blood blisters, white with dust.

We could make love on holy ground.
You tease me with your blouse instead.

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